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

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. -- check it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood
On the goodship,
Pop the lolli lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I feel like
I feel like, somebody's 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 my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't me
You're just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're
It's my pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just step
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 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 out for my people
I'm fly I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle
Beat the with 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 from the +jump+, so why you wanna kross?
You no business buyin, insecure motherfucker
Get lost, youse a sucker

..

We lucky we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now let's just say for
You got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
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 your 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 don't be to me with 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, just low-downs a lick
If you ain't down the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
I remember the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me like I was booty but now you're a groupie
Sweatin me uhh, me uhh
me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, forgot you, after, I 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 cross the
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, 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"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop you ain't hip?
You rap, on a two-way street - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't no names, yo rico suave
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 off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you your record
Because 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 hip-hop you suckers