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What we here is a very, serious delicate situation
Lots of people out always ridin the dick, hmmph
But this out
I like your style, I your stride
And I your motivation
But the late show, we ain't for that shit
So my man right here he wrote a song about it
Why don't you it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. hollywood -- it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli lolli, for i'm, the
Good fellow, he-llo? is anybody
I'm not a step, so stare
Because I 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 know 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 please just step
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm from the southside
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull card
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, wanna be hard
fraudulent, I can tell a pussy 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 like but me have no eagle
Beat the beater the juice, how far would you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * like en vogue*
You wasn't down the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause a sucker

..

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

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