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What we have here is a very, serious situation
of people out here always ridin 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 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
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 stare
Because I rock-well I always like
I feel like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, watchin 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 go pee-pee, yo you don't know me
You're just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and phony
my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and your card
And it's all these dick kids, that wanna be hard
You're fraudulent, I can 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 I'm fly like 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 down from the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no business buyin, insecure motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a

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We really we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now just say for instance
You got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some
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 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, it's the, way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
Ridin on my shit, just to get nut off
Not, no cops, low-downs want a lick
If you ain't down the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
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
blo pop time 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 other !
Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc 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, I let my backbone slip
Some it to the east, I'm shakin west, well 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 that garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya
How you gonna hop when you hip?
You found rap, on a two-way street - and it
On a parkway, I sayin no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin goons fakin wounds, I need to shank the crank
Elvis jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, are hoes, y'all go on stage
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 gotta get
But you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
I said 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