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What we have here is a very, serious situation
Lots of people out always ridin the dick, hmmph
But this out
I your style, I like your stride
And I like motivation
But the late show, we ain't standin for shit
So my man here he wrote a little song about it
Why you sing 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, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so stare
I rock-well I always 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 don't me
just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a
So when you see me homey, please just step aside
Step aside, not wlidside, I'm comin from the southside
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go
Cause hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your card
And it's all these 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 but me don't have no eagle
Beat the beater the juice, how far would you go to
never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * sings like en vogue*
You wasn't down from the +jump+, so why you wanna kris
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard
Get lost, youse a sucker

..

We lucky we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now just say for instance
You got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
The
You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your
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 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 skins is cut off
on my shit, just to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs a lick
If you ain't down the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
I remember the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me like I was booty but now you're just a
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 mc sucker mc cross 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 in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my 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 - don't play wack in the house!
So that garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you ain't
You found rap, on a street - and lost 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, go on stage
And off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you sell record
Because your is butt, you gotta get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
I you're wack, you're 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