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I'm as bad, bad as Brown, Brown Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun, If you got beef, beef, then you'll get ground, Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound, I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the mound Not a rebound, but a hound, I get down, down
Never wore a but I get loose, producin', somethin' Fresher than fruits got more soul combat boots Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free Me go mi amigo to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I the instrumentals Like Jack I be like Nimble gentle to a bimbo Not your sex so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna on how I walk talk And dress, they say, "My a mess" but I'm straight Are you If you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight, just for old time's
Back to our scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam I slam a slam, bam, I slam like the Barbarian, if you talk loud I'll play librarian, 'cause see I it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana
A bunch of uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams 'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my and not dilute 'Cause G this two colors, I'm tired of seein' these Non rappin' dancin'
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For a record sale a nigga'll his soul to go gold And reach a large scale, for the pale male And I tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail And stop drinkin' ale, the probably smell Ain't no pussy worth a sale at not for the kid to do a bid
you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid Got doodoo on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass If I pass gas, ducks or gets trimmed like a mustache I ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black It's McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac
That stuff is wack with all these dance I'm rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks You're wack, that's the only thing that's scooter we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer I'ma a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample loops I'm wonderin' how the hell get a deal I still can't see that far I feel Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge It ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours
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sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I Is stricter, I stick, I stick the to a stunk If soda was a forty dog, I would be like drunk If if was a fifth I lift the fifth and a spliff
It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I the presents In count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff I'm a nigga soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian I'm gassin' girls heads, like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me And I play custodian and turn off the lights
This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high radio Rumping got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter A chick is a chick that's how I treat her go pop I'm not a two liter A leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow Whether water or a bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear 'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the The girls I share a life with a bro, UAC is family Much than foundations that holds up the walls So you better proceed caution
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