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I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams |
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And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn! " |
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Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino |
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Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know |
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I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of |
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Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this |
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Bay love Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo |
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The Rapper |
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Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single |
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Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you |
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It's the drapers, can you feel it? |
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Nothin can save you |
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From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin |
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Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again" |
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I'm fabulicious, game nutricious |
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Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes |
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Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag |
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And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad) [VERSE 2] |
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I'm a old schooler like |
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Grandmaster and the 5 that was |
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Furious Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious |
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You're curious? |
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Well, listen to these lyricals |
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Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle |
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I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me |
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Got laced like |
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Luke did by |
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Obi Won Kenobi |
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Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand |
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And when I'm sleep you know |
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I keep a fat strap in my nightstand |
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I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d |
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I see us after the show at the hotel |
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Double Tree |
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Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes |
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I get mean |
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Cause suckers sick of the scene like they |
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Jack and I'm the |
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Green Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick |
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Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits |
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Let's get rich, is what |
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I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes |
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They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks |
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Mac D with the r connected to the e (me) |
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Might be at the bar drinkin |
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Hennessy In between the sheets |
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I'm a freak and a cold piece of work |
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My puddy over her body like |
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Johnny, Keith and |
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Levert (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad) [VERSE 3] |
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A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like |
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Too $hort |
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Smoke punks like |
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Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts |
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Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new |
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Lookin real ragoon on my way to see |
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Chuey Boy, |
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I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation |
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But I'm still a player with a |
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Chevy on Daytons |
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I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me |
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Got posse, |
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Flowmasters and |
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Shift, King and |
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Tranny Chirpin every time |
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I shift gears |
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In that '95 |
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Impala with them gold-dipped gears |
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Put some of that 151 in the bag |
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Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad (Rapper gone bad) (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap) (Baaad) |
