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Get off my elevator! |
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(Security will escort you out the building) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(That woman is very nosey) |
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I choose my subjects, personal man, that's what I want to write |
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Critics critique, I compel that lots of rappers weak |
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'97 I blacked out, he's paying all my rent |
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Larger than hip-hop, you watch me like the president |
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No feedback on R&B scams motivate me |
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With stretch marks around your gut plus I know you hate me |
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Guard your feet, lose celulite, I'm a come complete |
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Work off your stomach pounds with super sonic stomach sounds |
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That's word to hoss, animal heads, stupid fly gorilla |
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I get pros vexed, on ghetto clicks I get iller |
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Guard your rab mics, my style shine like zebra stripes |
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Right in your forehead, my word becomes a real missle |
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I be hanging in back doors like Rose's toilet tissue |
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Hydrolic engines blow flies out your left window |
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Your rap is catnip with slob dropping on the pillow |
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Shut your face, shut your mouth like pigeons floying south |
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I'm rolling rampart, the bottom kids where you start |
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Get off my two sacks, light your pipes, load your cracks |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(Security will escort you out the building) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(That woman is nosey, trying to find out business) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(Security will escort you out my building) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(That woman is nosey, trying to find out more business) |
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You're rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps |
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Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture |
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I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John Shaft |
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You be counting your pubic hairs trying to do the math |
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Like mascot, you front your ashy face and black beat |
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Studio platic melts panties sweating street heat |
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I'll be there like Vladimir packing in your ear |
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Dr. Smith, Will Robinson make you say "Oh dear" |
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I take your tour bus, treat you like infested puss |
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Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans |
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National thunderstorms, step up and find your power |
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Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell sour |
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Get my reels, Ampex, a-DAT system flex |
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You got polio knees, lock fell on Soul Train |
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The anser is Anorex, punks I'll flip your brain |
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Like Don Cornelious, I hide behind the scenes |
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Make you lick my hot dogs with ketchup on two beans |
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I censorship real quick and feed your family cabbage |
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Make you thought eat ham hocks, tuna out the garbage |
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Blind your range with tones, your radio sounds strange |
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Eat out your rear bag, snatch ribs out your wild coyote |
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Tell Bob to pay me, the company boss still owe me |
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But Capitol built walls, built fences |
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I come for my check, don't lower your defenses |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(Security will escort you out my building) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(You are very nosey and un-highclassed) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(Security will definitely esort you away from my building) |
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Get off my elevator! |
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(You'll be shipped away in a cop car) |
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Elevation, I want elevation beyond elevation yes! |
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Elevation, elevation, past elevation |
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Elevation, elevators elevating elevation |