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Guess who's
who's back
Guess back
Guess back

I got the skills to pay the
I don't pop pills but I chills
Up your spine when I
I get wicked you got a pick it
on the forty ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, my ax
Fire up the grill and crack the
fear the party's here
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's

You only backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up or get knocked up
But I ain't it even if I did it
I got a homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My Ever last, I got the funky rhymes
I make papers than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I puff
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff

Fill 'em to the like a cup of coffee
If ya don't me, homey, back up off me
'Cause I soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You up dead, you made your bed
Now ya lie in it, don't bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think
Before you step up, step or catch a smack
Guess who's

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Guess who's
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He's
Everybody's in the
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Everybody's in the
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Everybody's in the
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He's

He's back from the with the shaved head
start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and then buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, say talk's cheap
But I big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the
I been checked, I only get wrecked

I kick the drag, let my pants sag
Don't give up the booty 'cause I no fag
Checkin' out check it, I'm to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, check the shit
I'm and it's a natural fact
That the man is back

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Everybody's in the
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in the street

I'll eat you up like some cups from Reese's
I come in peace, but you'll leave in
how I'm livin', that's how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', night I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' hoes when there's to get got
Always wear my hat so I never need a
Always drink a beer before I write a
And if I have to drive I avoid the one

Stay the lines and I won't get pulled over
I don't need luck 'cause I got a four clover
Yeah, I'm Irish, word to the
But on the hand
I love America, apple pie, mom and all
My pockets phat, step the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean dose of my
Homeboy, you get

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Guess who's
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Guess who's
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Everybody's in the
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