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

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood -- check it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli lolli, for i'm, the
fellow, he-llo? is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I always like
I always feel like, watchin 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 just a new kid on my jock, and you're phony
It's my pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, please just step aside
Step aside, not wlidside, I'm comin from the southside
Where the reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull card
And it's all these dick 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 lookin out for my
I'm fly like I'm fly like but me have no eagle
Beat the with the juice, how far would you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * sings en vogue*
You wasn't down the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no business buyin, junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, youse a sucker

..

We really lucky we got em, you can em
a distance, now let's just say for instance
You got a crank 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 shit
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your
She get your money mo money mo money mo!
I couldn't go out that if it was my first day off of punishment
call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch, the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just want a lick
If you ain't with the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
Cause I remember the time, the time, the you tried
To play me like I was booty but now you're a groupie
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But you, forgot you, after, I rock you
It's blo pop time bitch, you set your clock
To the alarm

..

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