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Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton Hexum |
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Coming like a nightmare word like I' m gonna go for it |
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Fuckin' around what ya got to show for it? |
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Let it be know that I' m in the zone |
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And whatever I need I just pick up the phone |
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' Cuz I' m true with it and you' re new with it |
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I just swing the thing and then I' m through with it |
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I don' t need friends to act like foes |
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' Cuz I' m Nick Hexum the one who knows |
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About things... |
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' Cuz it takes two and we swings better than you |
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Then it' s time for the dub so we roll out the club |
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And you know just what I do |
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I' m hitting in the freak mode |
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Puttin' on a load sippin' on a guinny |
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Then lo and behold una vision from bottom to top |
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And I just can' t stop |
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311 show them the air is rarified |
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But you don' t give a damn ' cuz the groove is hellafied |
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Grew up punk, listen to funk |
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I' m a hyper type of fella that does not touch junk |
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You' re the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack |
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That' s waht you get when you' re steady talkin' shit |
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Not goin' for self that shit is on the shelf |
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It' s 95 and we go for the hive |
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Listen up this you' re gonna bump to this |
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And if I' m feelin' mean I' m gonna clutch my fist |
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Now when I say mean, I mean I' m gonna rock it |
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You' re gonna find out kid I' m bout to shock it |
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When I' m on I' m gone I hear the beat that spawns |
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The way we freak it and we kick up a storm |
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The day we turn to pop the show will stop |
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So feel the beat and get lost now |
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Back to part 2 the hard way we play |
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Sublime on time to all the fans I' m SA |
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And if you don' t know I say check the show |
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Do what you got to on the dance flo |
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Some say the style is wack but I say fuck that |
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Get the hell back and watch us rock the set |
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We cast the mold bust it cold explode |
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Megatrendsetters known around the globe |
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Friends takin' you where you never been |
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We done what we wanted craftin' poems |
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You can rock there is a glow around you |
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Lose control holmes just like we do |
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Hard to obtain brotha' what' s my name |
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Mad to find unlike ya mamma and your masquerade |
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I drive a mach1 no dashboard Jesus |
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I hear voices say that' s Doug Martinez |
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You' re all up in my mix like fuckin' betty crocker |
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You think you' re playing me but actually you' re a jocker |
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You bad mouth me bitch man you givin me juice |
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It aint nothin' but a party everybody get loose |
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Notice what I don' t do when stress steps to me |
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Whatever your complaint so sue me |
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I say fuck the naysayers and keep goin |
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Gotta do what I gotta do to get the people glowin' |
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So let everybody gather the more the better |
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I represent the traveler him he' s a shredder |
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At ease with yourself and don' t try to please me |
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I' m just here today then quickly I' m out |
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On the town one light I' m a glow worm |
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For several hours wiggle jiggle like I' m a huge sperm |
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Can' t appreciate a brothers love of funky music |
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You think I' m a silly rabbit ' cuz my style has tricks |
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Of the way I feel now I just got to rock |
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The music be poppin through me like electric shocks |
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I think and blink and I wink but that shits not tiny |
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' Cuz in a blink of an eyelash you will not find me |
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You' re the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack |
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That' s what you get when you' re steady talkin' shit |
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Not goin' for self that shit is on the shelf |
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' Cuz it' s 95 and we go for the hive |