Here We Go - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

Now here we go, now here we go

Now here we go, now here we go, heyyy!

Now here we go, now here we go

Now here we go, now here we go, heyyy!

Heyyy!

Heyyy!

But not so fast

So you can follow me on the blocks I pass

You don’t need a car, you can hop out that cab

So we can take a walk, yeah, it’s far, but back to my lab

(Heyyy!) You don’t need to Benz or drop

When we exercise your body, your mind a few blocks

Decide not, or decide if you will

Cause in a couple of seconds I’mma style up the hill

For real, what’s the deal?

What’s your answer?

You ain’t gotta roll in the Lambo-

-Ghini, believe me, it’s all good, you can walk with me

Two-step, Three-step, even four with me

Ma, ain’t no need for parking, boo

Let’s hit the park, walk, and spark it boo

Look, I know he wanna impress you, in the SU-V

Guess who messed with thee, me

We could hit the train, split the fee

It’s the shit to me, he forget to be, so you’re sick of thee

Way he be actin', cause he got that kitted up Magnum

Like he live in a mansion, and that Phantom

Yeah, he might take you dancin', but

Walkin' with me is guaranteed romancin'

I spark the lie when your eyes enhance and

You recognize how your mind’s in a trance and

Walk with me, then talk with me

Niggas be on, pullin they whips on when they off they B

To the side, like «Nah, come check me!»

Later but Buck’ll walk you around for a favor

Ma… (Now here we go, now here we go, heyyy!)

Now his behavior

Is what you hate cause

He really think you stressin cause he got that new Lexus;

Say just, call me when you wanna chill

And I’ll be down to take a walk around the hill

Buck’s life…

Listen, we can ride any time we choose

Tonight, the Beemer’s parked, we ridin the shoes

Yup, I’ll put your mind in the mood

You’ll take a walk with me down the avenues

I ain’t even have to do

Half of the things he tried to gas you, boo

Like ride by a view, unnatural

With the system on blast, he about to crash

At last, you ain’t got a run and jog

But if you’re bored you can check my new joint on your iPod

Or we could take it back to the Walkman

Pop in a CD and listen to B.D.

often

I love it when I see you in the morning

Cause we can hold hands and hit the block touring