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murs - barbershop lyrics

[intro: murs]
it’s the barbershop, y’all know the rules..
no fighting, no cussing, no cuz and no bloodin’
and sit yourself down and act like you got some sense

[verse 1: murs]
now i step through the door in the flyest pair of dunks
quit lying, you ain’t seen these at foot locker, chump
and i ain’t about to argue shoe game with you punks
who don’t know air jordans from some reebok pumps
and out of twenty-three, thirteen was the hottest
if it’s rare and it goes on your foot, then i got it
i’m at undefeated off la brea playin’ modest
while you running up to ebay to empty out your pockets

[verse 2: rapper big pooh]
sock it, in the mouth if you don’t wanna get clowned on
metro-actin cats gettin frowned on, we sound on
everything from ball to y’alls women
ballers up in here and they bragging how they living
’til they card get pulled, still at home with they mommy
changing faces, bull city, there’s where you find me
getting a low-down from the n-gga innanet
you ain’t done with my haircut, yet! i swear to god…

[hook 2x]
now if your fade is as tight as we is on the mic
just got your whip clean and your kicks on tight
’bout to pull the flyest chick you ever pulled in your life
then you doing what we doing and you doing it right

[verse 3: rapper big pooh]
ayo murs, it ain’t all about a cut to me
wanna go somewhere, catch some comedy
and get the low-down on the drama, b
this lil’ dude showing out, “who his mama be?!”
it’s a lotta trash-talk – “i dress better than him”
“look better than them, you ain’t got no style!”
keep the pagers going wild with my new-new joints
caught a glimpse in the mirror, can’t keep me on point

[verse 4: murs]
finally made it to midtown, walked in the legend’s isle
got one waiting, so i gotta go second
checkin it with quan, cran and goose
c-2 got his son in the shop running loose
to set the slang straight, ya girl is ya cape
and if she’s blowing you out, then you gotta set her straight
now everybody hate to wait, but it’s so much fun
a bunch of dudes chilling, no beef, no guns

[verse 5: murs]
now my barber named lester, he from the n-o
best fades in la if you, didn’t know
tighter than jamie, in the kanye video
still freestyle and getting gs’ when i rip a show
especially when it’s in the scope, you know i’m gettin low
shout out to all my playas that be chillin in the mo’
…slim, you don’t want it with him
peel ya cap back to the fat meet with this pen

[verse 6: rapper big pooh]
i been, in the chair, four bucks and some change
can’t keep takin breaks, cause he wanna go eat
then he start taking breaks, cause he wanna go speak
i shoulda known better coulda went over to t, but
it’s all gravy bread, put the money in his hand
right now, got me cut like a new man
caught up on my jokes, fashion to folks
who i ain’t seen since the last time we spoke

[outro: rapper big pooh]
(yeah) aiyyo, 9th man, me and murs we was in the circuit city the other day, man..
an, and-and then took me back to the barbershop
cause i ask ya boy, i said “yo man, is chris-chris {?} here today, man? he workin?
and y’know what this dude ttold me man?
you, you-you know what this dude told me, 9th? (what?!)
he was like, he was like, “naw man, to-the-cameras ain’t here today” – euh-hah!!!
(cam-raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!!)
chris to-the-cameraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!!!!
bah! bah! bah! shout-out to my man jermaine
first cut..n-gga! n-gga! sorry murs…

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