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The employees of the year, now we back to work |
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We took time off, a couple feelings got hurt |
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Due to the fact that we never stand still |
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The ones they can't catch, the ones they can't kill |
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I dedicate this to the cats that don't feel Felt |
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Meditate get the head straight trying to keep well |
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Celebrate life then crash with no seatbelt |
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Slit both wrists so act like you need help |
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[Murs] |
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What you say girl? I can't hear you, speak up |
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Stuck between your lips and them two B cups |
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Fifty bucks in the dice game |
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Rollin' with seven and the legend and we twice came |
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And you know what they hittin' for |
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56 cities, one van, and we gettin' dough |
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Call your girls make plans you can hit the show |
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Tell your man in advance he can hit the door |
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[Slug] |
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Honey wanna move like she knows moves |
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And ate a bowl of cold soup with a coke spoon |
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I'm not as young as I look girl, I'm old-school |
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Somewhere between Pro Tools and a gold tooth |
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I show you to act like you supposed to |
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So cool, coast-to-coast, who's that crunk fool |
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Standing on the block leaning on the phone booth |
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Trying to squeeze a rock to make this orange juice |
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[Murs] |
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Little Man seas, ? |
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From the 215s to the 213s |
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Here goes a little something from some real emcees |
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Not fellas (not gangstas) on a killing spree |
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Shoot, my rap sheet is filled with similes |
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And if you bite then death be the penalty |
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But don't worry about my style because it's been O.G. |
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You make your girlfriend wanna rub her skin on me |
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[Chorus: Murs & Slug] |
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C'mon, put my picture on the wall for all to see |
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When you want it done right then call on me |
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Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly |
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The employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as we |
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Put my picture on the wall for all to see |
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When you want it done right then call me |
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Guaranteed to come tight and flawlessly |
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The employees of the year, ain't nobody as raw as we |
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[Slug] |
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Yo, ticky ticky tick tick tick tick ticky tick |
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Thug white girls suburban black hippie chick |
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Punk rock straight edge hip-hop pot head |
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Invite 'em all over for a moshpit in my bed (C'mon) |
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Right blow to the left speaker |
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The people won't get dumb in front of the sub teacher |
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Now hold it run don't let it touch the ground |
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And you know it's done when the cops cut the sound |
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[Murs] |
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What else could they say to these underground dons? |
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Known for eating guppies that clutter all ponds |
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Free-flowin' on them beats that you stutterin' on |
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(My man Ant made the jams that we butterin' on) |
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Breakfast toast (Midwestern coast) |
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Menage in Austin (Texas toast) |
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Whatever dude (I'ma do it this Fall) |
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Beatin' down your block knockin' pictures off the wall |
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[Chorus] |
