Artist: Murs f/ Curtiss King
Album:  Captain California
Song:   Lemon Juice
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Murs] + (Curtiss King)
You see her over there? (Ooh, yeah, she bad)
Ay, I-I-I-I (you all, you been stutterin, you ain't got nothin for her)
Hahaha (that's all me)
I'm just nervous that you gon' fuck it up for me
Don't fuck it up (what you)
Be quiet, be quiet (you think I would put lemon juice in yo' game?)
Oh, is that what you call it? Is that what you nerds call it? Lemon juice?
(Oh-oh-oh oh, I'ma give her some of this nerd cobbler, you keep playin)
Hahaha!

[Chorus: Curtiss King]
Hold up, hold up hold up hold up
Hold up homie, why you gotta get in my way?
You see me tryna holla at this little dime-piece
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?
Hold up homie, why you gotta get in my way?
Interception, offsides, this is my play
Why you gotta put your lemon juice in my game?
Why you gotta squeeze that lemon juice in my game?

[Murs]
Now once upon a time when I was lookin very fly
I saw a girl almost as dope as me, she caught my eye
But before I could walk over to this girl and say a thing
I was interrupted by this nerd Curtiss King

[Curtiss King]
Hold up, hold up hold up, OK
Excuse me pretty lady, don't want to come at you crazy
But if he gave you his number, I think you need to erase it
Oh no, I'm not a hater like that man is not a shaver
But look at his Instagram, he wear "Adventure Time" leggings

[Murs]
Now if Curtiss was a Jedi, his lightsaber would be clear
That means non-existent like his fuckin rap career
Look his breath got your face meltin, please make your choice
Do you want a Blake Shelton or a reject from "The Voice"?

[Curtiss King]
Hold up hold up hold up
Listen to his language, ain't he so damn offensive?
When I look inside yo' eyes I see the loyalist missus
Do you really need a man to give you fourth and some inches?
Havin yo' couch smellin like spoiled oil and incense?

[Chorus]

[Curtiss King]
Girl, forget you ever met him, but you don't forget my number
He be forgettin to forget, that's a goddamn conundrum!
This nigga got a Scion, but me, I got a Kia
How he gotta charge his car before he even come to see ya?

[Murs]
Why you yellin, high yellow-ass nigga? Baby, please
Ain't you tired of these flaky emo Drake wannabe's? (Hold up)
You piss-colored dish scrubber, still livin with your mother
How you got the nerve to diss a real motherfucker?

[Curtiss King]
Hold up, girl I'm so cold I freezer burn in a sauna
And Murs so old he got a Walkman in his pocket
He probably even went to kindergarten with your momma
Sweet Lord, I mean for real, is he even worth the problem?!

[Murs]
Cool story bro, but let's state facts
Curtiss, you so light-skinned you probably hate blacks
I'm gettin sidetracked baby, it's all about you
So is it him or it's me?

[Murs + Curtiss]
C'mon, what you wanna do?

[Chorus]

[Outro: Murs] + (Curtiss King)
Really Curtiss, I wanna thank you for doing this song
(Oh fo'sho', thank you for havin me)
Like I said once again in real life, in this situation
What happens is (the girl would've been mine)
(This had been Brandy and Monica, but I would've been the one)
What?! Why would we become Brandy and Monica?
We'd be Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson (cause the girl is mine)
Yeah, somethin like that bro (yeah, yeah but)
And we all know who Michael and who is Paul
(You definitely would've been Brandy though)
Ay, Brandy bad though (so you consider yourself a baddie?)
No, I'm just sayin {*laughs*} fuck you