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What we have is a very, serious delicate situation
Lots of people out always ridin the dick, hmmph
But this out
I like style, I like your stride
And I like motivation
But the late show, we ain't standin for shit
So my man right here he wrote a little song it
Why don't you it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. hollywood -- it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli lolli, for i'm, the
Good fellow, he-llo? is anybody
I'm not a step, so stare
Because I rock-well I feel like
I feel like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that that nigga sweat my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You block my tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't me
You're just a new kid on my jock, and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a
So when you see me homey, just just step aside
aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin 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 and pull your card
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 like I'm fly like but me have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far 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, junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause a sucker

..

We really we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now let's just say for
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 money mo money mo!
I couldn't go out like that if it was my day off of punishment
Just call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm shit
So be comin to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch, it's the, way
is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, 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 the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me like I was booty but now you're just a
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, you, after, I rock you
blo pop time bitch, you better set your clock
To the alarm

..

Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc the road?
To get to the side? !
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 slide in my
So I won't trip, I let my backbone slip
Some shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, 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
Cause mom always said - don't wack in the house!
So take garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you hip?
You found rap, on a street - and lost it
On a parkway, I sayin no names, yo rico 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, go on stage
And off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you sell your
your shit is butt, you gotta get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, showin body to me
I said you're wack, you're wack, your body to me
You got no soul man, and you to get a pound
Cause you, ain't, down..
.. with true hip-hop you