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[Wyclef] go Quik

[DJ
I wanna, punch them niggaz sayin don't rock
And I wanna, rape that bitch that a lie on 'Pac
I wanna right some wrongs I put my coast on lock
So when you see the glock bastard don't you go into
If the hood hates me I'll buy your guns
and 'em clappin on you shermheads, takin your funds
you motherfuckers to death, give you the runs
You better nice up, you leak and warm the ice up

Jean]
I wanna murder the sniper that at Martin Luther King
Then get rid of the cause I'm strictly ginseng
in the hood if you want progress
Take all the gangs, put 'em up in
is so quick, listen to the ba-bum ba-bum
Brooklyn Zoo, California, with guns the of
trunk, trunk trunks, ladies shake your hump hump
Get your "Flashlight" cause we crunk P-Funk

Wyclef]
Ladies - I you feel me
If you up in the party let me see you shake body
you got no bones and you tipsy off the Henny
Thugs - easy with the slugs
I'm tryin to meet my wife tonight, love tonight
You don't wanna see yo' body on ice,

[DJ
Now if I snapped, it was just a matter of
before I turned into the Mad Hatter, splatter bladder
On the morning after, you can't refute the
Cause body parts get in plaster (ew)
try to call a truce cause I'm still comin after you
I don't like your kids but I'ma spare maybe later
add 'em to my harem, and share 'em with the you like the least
That still got it out for yo' ass you swiped the piece

[Wyclef
Yo, since "The Score" Quik these rappers just bored
So I ain't rap no more; I wrote for
Whitney you could catch me with Santana
Bandana on tour, DipSet'n Santana
We don't like we used to sell?
That's cause they live in America, we get worldwide
I'm on tour of the year, you can't see me 'cause
And your career be as long as Britney's wedding was, ya heard?

[Wyclef -
California, how to party
when I in the L-A-X
Quik picked me up, four in a stretch
Big California chronic, me nah sess
But all buddha bless from the East and the West
Throw up yo' set, I don't say often
But we gotta the peace, too many in a coffin
Pour some liquor for my out in Compton

[DJ
I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a man
Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a can
no G
Hennessy and Olde E, we run so
86 concubine, he's just an old creep
You're so weak nigga and your hoes is so cheap
You can't get a prop on your own street
I'm at the Lake Park and Meridian if you wanna