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What yo, yo, yo, yo, yo |
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it yo |
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You say a one for the trouble two for the time |
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Come on y'all let's rock that uh(I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk)(I can feel the funk, I can feel the funk) |
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Check itI come to grips with mics |
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I come to grips that a lot of mic users is dikes |
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I come to grips with the likes of |
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Fred Hampton |
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Cold so I'm lampin' with no need for spotlight |
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When I got light like an intersection, you talk |
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But you came to my town with protection |
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Election year, had the block hot |
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I scream, "Fuck the world", for having a baby girl sorta cock block |
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I write rhymes like |
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I come from the windy city |
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With my crew, |
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I click like simply, stand midi with reality |
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Casually, |
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I walk through these war games |
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Some claim say but then they take on whore names |
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If that's the way your sex drives, stay in your lane |
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If you're a man, |
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I can't tell like if the door rang now |
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Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place |
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It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face |
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The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass |
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What you wanna do girl(Wanna shout) |
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To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz |
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It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor |
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You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker |
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What you wanna do man? |
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Yo, check it(Let go) |
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Some niggaz be on the mic, sounding like dikes |
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Allow me to get on and bust like |
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Spike(Uh)Lee, |
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I'm in the majors with no rotation |
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Through stations of bullshit, |
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I see through like a pager |
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In the age of |
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Aquarius, various things |
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Is gonna carry us in intellect and what have you |
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Street astrologist's interpret point stars and half moons |
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Then end up on garages or walls in bathrooms |
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Every black moon, a rap tune move me |
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The rap sun, |
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I rain more than |
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Rudy, that unruly shit is played |
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It don't stop, it's time to get it, get it made |
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I got my mind made up like |
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Foxy Brown's face |
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I know how the underground tastes |
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I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace |
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Get down based on true story, through |
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CoreyCame close to the teachers |
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Colder as the |
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Iceman, posted before it start wrinklin' |
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Linkin' with cats, who don't react to change in the years |
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Fulfill prophesies in rooms full of emptiness, now |
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Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place |
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It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face |
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The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass |
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What you wanna do girl(Wanna shout) |
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To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz |
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It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor |
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You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker |
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What you wanna do man? |
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Yo, check it(Let go) |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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Yo, check it, check it |
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I came through the corridor, with the aura |
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Raw Chicago |
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Mora, scope the horror |
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Read between the lines and know the border |
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Some pop wines for juice, |
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I wait in the water |
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Waitin' for you |
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Big Willie niggaz to have a show at the crib |
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We gonna get with your glamor, long as we know where it is |
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Tell you ain't a player by your sweater doused with wack feather |
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The Crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather |
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I rap better than you, you or maybe him |
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But I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb |
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Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly |
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Some be so high, they believe they fly like |
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R. KellyBut then they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off |
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They fall soft, my mental lift is for me to haul off, |
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I kick ass |
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Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place |
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It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face |
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The music is thumpin' and you're feelin' the bass |
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What you wanna do girl(Wanna shout) |
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To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz |
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It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor |
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You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker |
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What you wanna do man? |
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Yo, check it(Let go) |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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I can feel the funk, |
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I can feel the funk |
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Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout |
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Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout |
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Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout |
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Makes me wanna shout, wanna shout |
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Wanna shout |
