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Not a lot of bling |
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When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing |
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From the womb to the tomb |
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Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom |
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Doom, your reputation precedes you |
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Wail 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you |
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No pun intended, takes one to know one, will know - it's unscented |
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Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time |
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Before everybody and they mother rhyme |
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What a crime - beats is the same way |
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Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lame's pay |
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Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet |
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Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit |
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He didn't listen, titty kissin the city glistened |
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Depending on what from what position you're sittin |
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In the pissy wind, is this thing whistlin? |
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Who let the spinnin whisperin djinn in? |
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The Villain again? |
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Without a doubt |
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That's his name, don't play it out |
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Or spray it, when you say it out your mouth |
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Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour |
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And told him take a gold shower, for fakin funk, soul power ... stocky, short and cocky |
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Looked like |
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Apollo Creed after he fought with |
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Rocky Rhymed in a broken english slang, not cockney |
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Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees |
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Had to tell her pops, yo stop cockblockin |
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B Hold somethin for your daily yay habit |
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Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit |
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How 'bout the sicko say stab it? |
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There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crafted |
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And Heineken, |
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I told him much obliged friend |
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What I gotta spend, if |
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I only touch her thighs then? ... why his eyes widened |
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He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hidin |
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Took pride in ridin in a sly wiseguy grin ... real recognize real |
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On the microphone, the wheels are mechanized steel |
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Please, at least respect your ideals |
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How you got her walkin along the stroll in high heels? |
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He said her mamma was gettin old |
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God bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your role |
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Straight to the head |
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He know a lot of haters can't wait 'til he dead |
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Lead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack housewife |
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Only thing he know will change his back do', how trife |
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Rules is rules, don't go there |
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Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair |
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Keep a snotty chicken on |
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E, the Lone |
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Ranger Why everybody always pickin on |
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Danger? ... and |
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Doom, maybe it's him |
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Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim |
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Make me up a margarita |
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I need to take a swim |
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Tell them kids remember school - if they let 'em out, cool |
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But get the hell from out the pool (*BEEP!!*} [Master Shake] Hey {shithead}, it's me again! And you know what? I just heard, IT'S ALL DONE NOW! And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number You know what?! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOUR MUSIC SUCKS! AND I HATE YOUR SUCKY STUPID METAL FACE! I hope you BURN, you're going DOWN This is the last big mistake, you'll ever make YOU SUCK!!! I HATE YOUR GUTS! ... But, if there is another project in the future please keep me in mind Thank you {*phone hangs up*} |
