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Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your Bottoms, say shit real like I'm nuts over midgets Pitch, then make my mic a strike like a picket Not really into baseball, but I'm an act a fool Breakin like a rule I'm cool, mostly Kick it my people But if I go You can and do the same Thing, I gotta La-la, if you got that me, get wreck I make you bounce like a Mic-check, 1-2 and watch me run through A crew real easy, but that's if I want to Murder if I want it, stand and watch me this shit I'm like the mafia, I on makin hits I which way is up And stop I hit rock bottom That's the But for now smack the groove to the Bonafied for your fanny
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Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another left to spit out King of the hill, knock em down they get up Westcoast kid, got the goods, and can get - ehm on the mic like this So pump fist And hit the ff button on my cassette sit stunned Dn't give me no props until I'm Your mouth's wide open you're hopin you might be able to be label- Mates the great niggaroe I'm just with the king, and you're not it Lookin for your gift, but I shot it I wreck shop with hip-hop, so at last it's Ahmad the (bonafied funk) for your asses So to the Bonafied funk for fanny
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