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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 your style, I like stride
And I like your
But the late show, we ain't standin for that
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. -- check 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 there?
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I always feel
I always like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that that nigga that my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You block my tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you know me
You're 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 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 bluff and pull card
And nowadays all these dick kids, that wanna be hard
You're fraudulent, I can tell a 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 I'm fly like but me don't have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far 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 kross?
You no business buyin, junkyard 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
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 ain't too proud to beg, for 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
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, it's the, way
is the circumcision, and skins is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, just to get nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs want a
If you down with 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 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 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 !
Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc the road?
To get to the other side, now it out
I got the pep in my step, the slide in my
So I trip, when I let my backbone slip
Some it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma shake your mid
And i'ma get you suckaz, just 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 that garbage to the
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you 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 rico
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to shank the
Elvis jr., tryin 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 your record
Because your shit is butt, you gotta get
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
Cause you, ain't, down..
.. true hip-hop you suckers