Murs - Better Than the Best lyrics

[Intro] [Murs talking] We on? I still ain't got no Twix. Candy "I can't help myself" Man, that would be the best [Verse One] My name is M-U-R-S Hailing from the far west k**afornia, California, L.A. Ahhh Yes You may have heard of us We all ain't murderers Drive by shooters You can kick it on the curb with us We got blue skies We got palm trees We got boulevards Beaches with a calm breeze As far as MCs I'm the best of 'em Only five nine Its above all the rest of 'em I mean we got Dogg and we got Cube Everybody with this blue and the red feud Man these dudes always trying to k** somethin' I'm putting words together hopin' that you feel somethin' Tryin' to put that pride back into the black music You can clap to it in your Lac or your Buick (do it) I had to do it cause nobody else can Couldn't beat anybody other than myself man [Hook] [x2] The best to ever do it The best that ever did it Murs is better than your favorite rapper, admit it Better than your best Y'all best to forget it Murs is better than your favorite rapper admit it [Verse Two] Look I'm shaking babies And I'm kissing hands Jumpin' in the crowd going crazy with my fans I stand alone Don't need anyone But it takes two so I'm going home with anyone And y'all ladies that's looking like Christina Milian or Ricci I could really take either Blond girls, black girls, Asian girls, whatever I never met a girl that I didn't like ever Double negative That means I'm positively The best rapper that you ever heard obviously Never heard of me you didn't listen hard enough Been moving weight on your block like a garbage truck No trash rap I'm moving past that I won't crack rap just to get the ASCAP I feel a change comin' I got the game runnin' Back to the lab now they all trying to say somethin' [Hook] [x2] [Verse Three] I write songs Y'all write 16s Need to grow up, stop playin' with them kid's things You gotta a permit A license to k** Was making y'all money when I didn't have a deal (for real) In on the real Still workin' for the white man Even if you is moving that white, man Ayyyyyyye Y'all rhyme the same word No matter what you say man its just absurd Ohhhhhh And I never been served Not in the drive thru Not even on the curb (Hell naw) Not a warrant, not even a subpoena Not even peanuts in a sold out arena That's why you salty The fans exalt me Why you over yonder throwin' hate trying to halt me Man I won't stop, my grind won't pause I'm moving positive circles like a round of applause [Hook] [x2] [Outro] Thank you for all for comin' out. I'd like to thank Nottz I'd like to thank Vic for stayin' up late I'd like to thank my bad a** god daughters for gettin' on my nerve all damn day And me still comin' to work and doin' my job which is to be, the best The bestest. That's a word, cause I said so. Thank you very much