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What we have is a very, serious delicate situation
Lots of people out always ridin the dick, hmmph
But check out
I your style, I like your stride
And I your motivation
But the late show, we standin 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
Call me mr. -- check it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, he-llo? is anybody
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I always feel
I feel like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
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 little pony and you get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just step
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go
it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card
And nowadays it's all these 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 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 gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * like en vogue*
You wasn't down from the +jump+, so why you kris kross?
You no buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a

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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 crank ganked 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
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for dough
She get your mo money mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like if it was my first day off of punishment
call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So be comin to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel bitch, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
Ridin on my shit, to get they nut off
Not, no cops, low-downs want a lick
If you down 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 you're just a
Sweatin me uhh, me uhh
me when I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, 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 mc sucker mc cross the road?
To get to the other !
the sucker mc sucker mc cross the road?
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 backbone
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
mom always said - don't play wack in the house!
So take that garbage to the
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop you ain't hip?
You found rap, on a two-way - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo suave
goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the crank
Elvis presley jr., to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on
And take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a
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, your body to me
I said wack, you're 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