To Protect and Entertain - Busy P, Murs

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I got the flyer from Amoeba Records

I called up P and I said, «Yo, let’s check this»

I heard at these rave-things, chicks get naked

And I got a dick that’s as big as Texas

Caught a ride from the crew LA Daft

I said it’s my first rave, they just laughed

Picked up P from the Magic Castle

And hit up LAX and got in, no hassle

We left there when we hit up Cinespace

Ron got his camera all up in my face

Tomorrow morning, I’mma be on Cobrasnake

Making out with a chick that my girlfriend hates

But who cares, the party’s downtown

I got a room at the Standard, we’re leaving right now

To protect and entertain

In party we trust

Them other DJs ain’t fuckin' with us

And from Paris to L. A

In cash we trust

It’s Murs and Busy P, they ain’t fuckin' with us

In the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunk

I see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunk

Lindsey, Donna, the man Paul T!

Stacy and they all doin' shots with P

Me, I just saw my future wife walk past me

Singing 'bout Peaches--damn she nasty

DJ AM, Steve Aoki

Got the dancefloor packed and it’s mostly

Girls, girls, every day

From Paris to Canada to U.S.A

I snatched one up and we danced for hours

She talked too much;

she was off that powder

But looked so good in her Jeremy Scott

And her looks looked perfect for my cock-and-lock

She put her hand down my pants

So I said, «Later P, I’mma see you in France»

Paris to Los Angeles

Au revoir, motherfuckers

And you can fuck with my accent all you want

But you can suck my dick

And shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-words

All my black people in France

For being the only other niggas to burn some shit down when the white people

fuck wit you

We don’t take any shit

Peace!