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What we have here is a very, serious situation
Lots of people out here ridin the dick, hmmph
But this out
I like your style, I like stride
And I your motivation
But the show, we ain't 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. hollywood -- 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 don't
Because I rock-well I always like
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 my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you know me
just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm from the southside
Where the reign; if you can't stand it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull 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 lookin out for my
I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't 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 down from 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
a distance, now let's just say for instance
You got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by snake
wench -- is you is, or is you ain't
The
You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that too proud to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like if it was my first day off of punishment
Just call me in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be 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
on my shit, just to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs want a
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
Sweatin me uhh, me uhh
Tellin me when I get big be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, 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 other !
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, I let my backbone slip
Some shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well shake your mid
And i'ma get you suckaz, just 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 take that to the backyard
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 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 somethin that you
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
And take off all your clothes; then you -- strike a
You and I knows, that's how you sell your record
Because your shit is butt, you gotta get
But you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
I said you're wack, wack, showin your body to me
You got no soul man, and you need to get a
Cause you, ain't, down..
.. true hip-hop you suckers