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Intro: Back once again to wet up the whole area |
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Check my style out |
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Verse One: |
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Tash Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips |
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Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse |
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Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a |
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Lexus I'm back again to test your reflexes |
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If you don't think |
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I can flow then you can ask |
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E-Swift If you don't believe |
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Swift then you can call |
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Steve Griff |
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If you don't believe |
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Griff then step up to fuck with |
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I Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph |
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Cause the |
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Liks got lyric tricks datin back to eighty-six |
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While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix |
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So my style be comin at you more deadlin than a cobra |
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With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober |
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Mind your biz while |
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I rhymes like |
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Biz to the tent |
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I slam like a fifth that stays hidden |
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Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances |
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And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances |
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Chorus: E- |
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Swift (repeat 4X) |
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I give the party people what they like |
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Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night |
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Verse Two: |
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J-Ro Next it's, the man freakin funky flow flexes |
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Bustin in my |
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All Day I |
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Dream About |
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Sexes Walk into your living room there |
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I am Stroll to your kitchen there |
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I am Run to your backyard hmm there |
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I am Everywhere you look there goes the |
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Ro-gram That's why you hate me, you can't escape me |
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You can't even erase me off your tape |
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We the A-L- |
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K, H-O-L-I- |
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K-S Comin like new pimps humps and stress to your chest |
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J, to the |
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R-O, just rockin on |
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I keep the party poppin til a new day is born |
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The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit |
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I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit |
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We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted |
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To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid |
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Chorus Verse |
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Three: J-Ro, |
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Tash Punk |
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MC's get bent, |
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I'll leave a dent in what you sent |
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I got your city covered like a motherfuckin tent |
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Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy |
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The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a |
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VD I hang with thugs |
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I'm like drugs so why try me |
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I'm swift like |
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Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin by me |
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He's a sufferin succcootash, throw him in the trash |
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Show him you the man that'll boom bash |
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I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny |
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When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies |
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Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest |
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For the cardiac arrest, fuckin with the freshest |
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Cause even on your best, |
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I leave you like |
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Ness Cause |
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I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest |
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So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the |
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Olde English |
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Cause it stays in my system till |
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I drain it out my... (arguement with girl) |
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How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer* |
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How many pot-heads we got? *cheer* |
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Same fuckin assholes |
