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I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror |
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If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah |
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I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora |
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Are you a hore or are you a lady? |
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Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? |
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Let me know hon, the deed'll get done |
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Just assume the position, I'll take my rod |
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And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' |
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When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure |
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I came to work your body, so let me do my job |
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I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off |
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Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes |
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Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes |
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Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot |
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Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot |
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I never been a front, I never a fraud |
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I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord |
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Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed |
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I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest |
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I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw |
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From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom |
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Chorus |
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(boom sha lock lock boom) |
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All right now |
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(Boom sha lock lock boom) |
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A little louder |
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(Boom sha lock lock boom) |
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Everybody |
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(Boom sha lock lock boom) |
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All right now |
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Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper |
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Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper |
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Hit ya like a lyrical murderer |
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I know ya think I have, but yo |
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I never heard of ya |
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Just because you heard of me kid |
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**** around until you do the lifetime bid |
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I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead |
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When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed |
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Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king |
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It ain't no thing, my cargo ring |
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We'll bust you in the crib |
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I got the skill, you gots to chill |
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Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom |
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Chorus |
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I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles |
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I rock all mikes, I last all night |
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I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts |
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Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts |
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Everlast, that's my name |
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My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame |
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The House Of Pain's the name of my clip |
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You can't be down, punk, get off my dick |
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You make me sick, like strawberry Quik |
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Your style is wack, you ain't the mac |
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So yo step back, get off the crack |
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And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom |
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Chorus (2x) |