| Uptown roamers, and south side riders
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| Up up up uptown up up uptown up up uptown
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| (Yea! We got a lot of star power in the building tonight.
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| Rock, Mikey what up? |
| Trey what up? |
| Yea! |
| Here we go! |
| Forest Creek what up,
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| Glenarden what up, Cap Heights what up, Barry Farms what up, Lincoln Heights
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| what up, Michigan what up, Montana we ain’t playin with em! |
| Aww!)
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| District has arrived us, (ah) time to shine
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| Yea, I am the nail forever holdin em down
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| Down in the slums to the burbs, where they migrate
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| Who the one they talkin bout? |
| That’s what I thought, WALE!
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| A long way from a grammy, I’m a get it
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| I promise the moment it’s with me I’ll leave it in the District
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| Yea, and I’m just doin what I gotta do, flyer than the rest of em
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| I still got my Nike boots
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| Let me enlighten you, I am the brightest of the youth
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| The booth can’t do it I provide to it
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| It’s by youth with the mind of a G
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| I never cook coke, no sir that ain’t me (nah)
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| But I’m so DC, and Maryland, Virginia
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| Dem other bammas pussy like placenta
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| The center of the East coast my emblem reads
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| 4−3… yea, remember that please
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| Uptown roamers, and south side riders
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| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town
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| (Wale: yea yea yea yea, ay ay ay, Yea. Landova what up, 1−2-4 what up,
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| 1st Quarter what up, KentLand what up, Texas Ave what up, Largo what up,
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| Trinidad gettin cash fa sho, yea)
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| It’s DC, brought to you by me
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| The only thing higher than the crime rate is the fiends
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| Semen get leaked to the women of the future
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| The ladies baby boomin before they high school juniors
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| Yea, and these niggas don’t be steppin up
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| Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it’s up to her
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| Believe ya’ll, I ain’t tryna Stephen King ya’ll
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| But most stay high with they eyes like the Singapores
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| I’m singin poems for supporters of my songs
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| And all them out-of-towners
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| Just to show you how we goin
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| The poor to the ballers, Ardwick Ardmore
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| The Forest Creek stars, even ya’ll out in Rockville
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| The home of Marvin Gaye, that’s all I gotta say
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| Iverson was cool, but I supported Victor Page
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| It’s the DC thang, incase you ain’t notice
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| Landova, Saratoga, and I’m Uptown…
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| Uptown roamers, and south side riders
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| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town
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| Yes, it’s Wale
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| Currently out in Maryland
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| I should be in the carry-out
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| Truthfully I am ever fresh
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| I’m everesant, nobody do it better
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| They all are pretenders, I am the 7th letter
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| (WALE! WALE!)
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| Yea, and that’s my name, they ain’t forgot it
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| The 9th letter’s forgotten, you will never be acknowledged
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| I get it poppin like Pacman, ask Polo
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| Ask G, he’ll tell you that I’m into Go-Go
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| Ask Mikey, he’ll tell you that the hoes like me
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| My Prada lows, for the most part it’s only Nike
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| Some spite me, but they try to be a lot alike me
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| You goin have to sell some more records, niggas, stop tryin'
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| Uptown roamers, and south side riders
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| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town
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| (don't, don’t, don’t, don’t hate him, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t,
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| don’t hate him, don’t)
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| (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
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| Uptown roamers, and south side riders
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| Up up up up uptown up up up town up up up town |