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What we have is a very, serious delicate situation
of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph
But this out
I like your style, I like your
And I like your
But the late show, we standin for that shit
So my man right here he 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 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 feel like
I always 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 gotta go pee-pee, yo you know me
You're just a new kid on my jock, and you're phony
my little 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 your
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, wanna be hard
You're fraudulent, I can tell a pussy by his
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 but me don't have no eagle
the beater 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 the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard
Get lost, youse a sucker

..

We really we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now let's say for instance
You got a crank gettin 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
pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo money mo money mo!
I couldn't go out like 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"
Cancel that bitch, the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, just to get nut off
Not, no cops, low-downs want a lick
If you ain't down with the 'van, dyke, get off the
I remember the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me I was booty but now you're just a groupie
Sweatin me uhh, me uhh
Tellin me when I get big be forgettin me uhh
But you, forgot 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 side, now check it out
I got the pep in my step, the slide in my
So I trip, when I let my backbone slip
Some shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma your mid
And get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the mouths hey, I barbeque the
Cause mom always said - don't 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 hop when you ain't hip?
You found rap, on a two-way street - and it
On a parkway, I ain't no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank
presley jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on
And take off all your clothes; 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 your to me
I said you're wack, you're wack, showin body to me
You got no soul man, and you to get a pound
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. true hip-hop you suckers