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What we have here is a very, serious delicate
Lots of people out here always ridin the dick,
But this out
I like style, I like your stride
And I like motivation
But the late show, we standin for that shit
So my man right he wrote a little song about it
Why you sing it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. -- check it out!
the, alarm, here comes, the com
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop the lolli lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, he-llo? is there?
I'm not a step, so stare
I rock-well I always feel like
I always feel like, somebody's me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You block my tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't me
You're a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just just step aside
Step aside, not wlidside, I'm comin from the southside
the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to your bluff and pull your card
And nowadays it's all these kids, that wanna be hard
You're fraudulent, I can tell a by his scent
So sorry, but the van got
And out is how I'm lookin, I'm out for my people
I'm fly like I'm fly but me don't have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * like en vogue*
You wasn't from the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause a sucker

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We really we got em, you can spot em
a distance, now let's just say for instance
You got a gettin ganked for his bank by some snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
The
You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo money mo money mo!
I go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment
Just call me in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be comin to me that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch, the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
Ridin on my shit, just to get nut off
Not, no cops, just want a lick
If you ain't down with the 'van, dyke, get off the
I remember the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me like I was booty but now you're just a
Sweatin me uhh, me uhh
me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But you, forgot you, after, I rock you
It's blo pop bitch, you better set your clock
To the charms

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Why'd the mc sucker mc cross the road?
To get to the other !
the sucker mc sucker mc cross the road?
To get to the other side, now it out
I got the pep in my step, the slide in my
So I trip, when I let my backbone slip
Some shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, i'ma shake your mid
And get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the mouths hey, I barbeque the
mom always said - don't play wack in the house!
So take garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you ain't
You found rap, on a two-way street - and it
On a parkway, I sayin no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the
Elvis presley jr., tryin to be that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on
And take off all clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you sell record
Because your shit is butt, you get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, your body to me
I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
You got no soul man, and you need to get a
Cause you, ain't, down..
.. with true you suckers