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What we have here is a very, serious situation
Lots of out here always ridin the dick, hmmph
But check out
I like style, I like your stride
And I your motivation
But the show, we ain't standin for that shit
So my man right here he wrote a little about it
Why you sing 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
Good fellow, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so stare
Because I rock-well I always feel
I always feel like, watchin me
Ooh, watchin me
It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that sweat my
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 you're
my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just just step aside
Step aside, not wlidside, I'm comin from the southside
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you stand 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 dick kids, that 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 I'm fly like 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! * sings en vogue*
You wasn't down from the +jump+, so why you kris kross?
You no business buyin, insecure motherfucker
Get lost, youse a sucker

..

We really we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now just say for instance
You got a crank gettin for his bank by some snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
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 that if it was my first day off of punishment
call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be comin to me that, "we can go out, you pay"
that bitch, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and is gettin cut off
on my shit, just to get they nut off
Not, no cops, low-downs want a lick
If you ain't down with the 'van, dyke, get off the
Cause I remember the time, the time, the time you
To play me like I was booty but now you're just a
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me when I get big be forgettin me uhh
But you, forgot you, after, I rock you
It's blo pop time bitch, you better set clock
To the alarm

..

Why'd the sucker mc mc cross the road?
To get to the side? !
Why'd the sucker mc 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, I let my backbone slip
Some shake it to the east, I'm west, well i'ma shake your mid
And get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib
I the mouths hey, I barbeque the mouths
Cause mom always said - don't wack in the house!
So take that 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 ain't
You rap, on a two-way street - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo rico
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to the crank
Elvis jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
And take off all your clothes; you -- strike a pose
You and I knows, that's how you sell your record
your shit is butt, you gotta get naked
But you're wack, wack, showin your body to me
I said you're wack, wack, showin your body to me
You got no man, and you need to get a pound
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with hip-hop you suckers