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conversations.value: Write me a song called Enjoy (West Coastin’) with the following description: 9th Wonder brings together west coast emcees, Warren G, Murs, and Kendrick Lamar for the aptly titled, “Enjoy (West Coastin.‘)
  Each artist gives their perspective of the west coast life from Warren G’s pimping, Murs growing up around Crips, and Kendrick rising to be one of the top emcees of the west coast. Kendrick had dropped his debut album, Section.80 a few months prior to 9th Wonder’s. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Warren G]
  Yeah give respect to the trigger finger
  I’ve been pushed that line since grade school of fools
  Since I touch down bitches they wanna fuck now
  But they can’t get it she got ass with a nose like
  Pippen, my Pimpin it ain't never scared
  My Pimpin it ain't never scared
  Got real estate over there and hustle over here
  Dare a nigga try to take it he gonna fake it till he make it
  Shawty break em like a bracelet that's real talk
  Shit don’t you snitch if you get caught
  You already know if you do then you dead
  And now niggas in the hood trading cush for your baby mama throat
  But suck it up bitch deal with it huh
  Ain't no glitch in my computer
  Bangin beats for the gudda paper planes no hookahs yeah
  I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi
  I dare you motherfuckers get at me
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Yeah
  I dare you motherfuckers get at me
  (But I take it real back to 1994 listen to me)
  [Verse 2: Murs]
  See I grow up with the blue team before there was a ustream
  Seen a lot of niggas knocked out over shoe strings
  Rhyming on these beats since the 90s I’m a factor
  Here with this career until i’m in the here after
  Classic With this mic like Mike when he was blacker and you
  You and remind of me when I was wacker
  I read lines and bring drama like a actor
  But I’m so Hollywood that you would think that I’m a rapper
  You think I got it backwards? It really doesn’t matter
  Producer meets the rapper he’s the former I’m the latter
  Spacing out this bar so you niggas cloud climb on
  I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong
  Burn out the industry as hot as my performance be
  The mainstreams dream meets the nightmare of normalcy
  The anti of every thing cool
  Still most likely to succeed cuz there ain't no rules [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  My nigga we out here, four door Cutlass
  Ain't enough room for your luggage
  Don't trip
  You fabricate to the public we don’t believe shit
  Believe it or not call your bluff then leave your ass wit knots
  The juggernaut is in your rectum, call Pac and resurrect him
  I'm sure to cause a spectrum
  Especially with my mental telepathy
   start to f' em aka fuck'em
  Aka nothings in my way once I start b-b-bucking
  Fuck up your function and your house party my life's shortly about fortune and vice
  If the feds caught me I tread softly the judge toss me life
  And your autopsy and my posse came through properly right
  Everyone's watching me all right if you're not watching me like
  Sent my big cousin a kite 
  got my shit buzzing when there wasn't even a doorbell, a insect or light year in sight
  Amen now won't you be a man and pay respects
  Enjoy as we progress destroy ya baby steps
  Enjoy Son Enjoy son
  Enjoy Son Enjoy son
  Enjoy Son