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(Kool Keith) New Nancy Des Rose |
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(Nancy Rose) Keith you gon' hold this track down for me? |
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I'm goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage |
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Aight? I'll be back later |
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(Kool Keith) |
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My commodes are larger |
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I call rappers to look at the feces |
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800 pounds, my pet tiger feed |
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You whack niggaz a bowl of doo-doo |
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Anything you play my pee will stain |
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Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain |
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George Westinghouse started to like that beam on the mouse |
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Imagine a apartment in Riverdale |
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with 5 Belve' bottles with defecation on the couch |
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Soiled clothes in the hampers |
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Warned everybody, including your hype men |
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Global maximum urine, piss on the core of the city |
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Leavin New York police department with Pampers |
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With KF's chicken baby, my uncle's Colonel Sanders |
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Watch the mixtape, niggaz don't even know yet |
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Pressin up homosexuals that ain't even pro yet |
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I vomit on most rappers gettin off a private jet |
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Australian orangu' tango |
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A key to dog Asian that's my private pet |
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Tighten up in Jersey kid writin some ol' cow shit |
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while you watchin the Nets |
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Your top performance is low to me |
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Your chihuahua, that's your apex |
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I respect the Taco Bell dog better than you |
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Cause he's cleverer than you |
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(Chorus: Kool Keith) |
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Shorty, just take off your clothes |
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Take them off (I wanna take it off) |
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Shorty, take off your clothes |
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Take them off (I wanna take it off) |
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(Nancy Des Rose) |
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Palm trees, blue seas, ships to outfits |
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I dip right into some jumpin mix |
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Twist and flip it over to the other side |
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The people say, "Hola, chula" |
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I'm hot to trot, Hollywood can't stop what I got |
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Like special stew in a pot, a remix recipe |
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Go back to your shop, inspect your beats |
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I'm recreating the streets, hits that fit |
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You gotta go home to take that Prozac |
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Cause your shit is whack, you lack the act |
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I come with what attacks, don't counter contracts |
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I stay packed with fly tracks |
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Flavors everywhere, I dare you to try and fly with me |
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Full speed ahead, you got no deal |
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I'm the real, down Melrose on a shopping spree |
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Something for me, usually some fly shit |
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Made just for me on an island in the highlands |
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You can't reach me, you can't teach me |
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I'm way out in the Pacific, Atlantic, the Red Sea |
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It's all just a breeze |
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A real, a meal, I heal, open all the seals |
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(Chorus) |
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(uncredited rapper) |
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Yo... yo, yo, yo |
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Let me take you there, UHH, UHH |
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C'mon, bash the club, we don't care |
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Strippers lapdance, shakin they tail, it's a crazy night |
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We take 'em out like every night |
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Let's go, that's how we do, back to the city |
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Crack backs real fast in the quickie |
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I know you like that, G-strings come off |
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with your black tights, we can go nuts |
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Slap that ass... UHH |
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We can get drunk, smack that ass |
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Those high boots |
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Full length fishnet black body suits |
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A sexy tan (yeah) |
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I'm a big fan, big fan baby |
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Chicks love me, call me a big man |
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A freak by nature, don't be a hater |
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Drink it up right out of the alligators |
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Yo, we in the elevator |
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Gettin naked, Bonaventure |
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They can see us, baby don't fake it |
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(Chorus) |
