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What we have here is a very, serious delicate
Lots of out here always ridin the dick, hmmph
But check out
I your style, I like your stride
And I your motivation
But the late show, we ain't standin for that
So my man right here he wrote a 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
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I always feel
I always feel like, somebody's me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You block my tract"
I go pee-pee, yo you don't 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 you see me homey, just please just step aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin the southside
Where the ruffnecks if you can't stand it, don't go outside
it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your 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 don't no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far you go to
You're never get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * sings like en vogue*
You wasn't down the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard
Get lost, cause a sucker

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

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Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc the road?
To get to the side? !
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 in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my 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 always said - don't play in the house!
So take that to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you hip?
You rap, on a two-way street - and lost it
On a parkway, I sayin no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank
Elvis presley jr., tryin to be somethin that you
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
And take off all your then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you sell record
Because shit is butt, you gotta get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, showin body to me
I said wack, you're wack, showin your body to me
You got no soul man, and you to get a pound
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with true you suckers