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Uhh, do you take, rhymealinda |
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Do you love me tre, do you really love me? |
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To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? |
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Uhhh, uhhhhh, |
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I do, I do, no |
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I don't, I do |
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Ah roomie zoom zim, |
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I'm all to be wet |
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To rhymealinda |
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I remember umm, when we first met |
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In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools |
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Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two |
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But umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little rhymea's true |
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I can't wait to say |
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I do and oh yeah honey there's no due |
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I got my chariot, rollin, now |
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I'm mic controllin |
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Got some spunk in my funk, |
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I can't wait to put some soul in |
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We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes |
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One is little mike the other's ike |
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I'm sure that you would like |
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To hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes |
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When they're born, |
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I've sworn, to bring em up right |
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You know, dope is how |
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I breed em, beats is what |
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I'll feed em |
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They'll be healthy like a health nut |
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I'm sure you shake your butt(kick the verse preacher) and |
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I won't disperse |
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Here's my life rhymealinda for better or for worse |
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Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose |
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I'm batter up |
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I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce |
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The power pack and |
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I'm stacked like a forty-five mag |
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Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag |
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Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth |
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Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut g |
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With the dip that was down with me from the whole front |
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Now front me never too cool how-ever |
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I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter |
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Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter(gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta |
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Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water |
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Now the water's gettin hotter so |
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I bought her a new ring |
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Maybe a love ballad is the song |
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I singI gotta kiss her ass my tongue |
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I hold before |
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I curseIf you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse*phone rings* |
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I mean nah, just*phone rings*[woman] |
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I got it! *click* hello? |
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Well this is the final chapter hello? |
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Of me, we're going to rack up who is this? |
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In tune, in tune, in tune, a button why are you calling my house? |
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A button, a button! oh c'mon, honey who is this? what? |
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Would you come along with me down mike is that you? |
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The lane and |
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I will pick your brain oh my god. who is this? |
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I won't be good like you think |
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I will I'll fucking call the cops |
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I'll take a hammer and start to drill don't call my house |
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Your skull, and then |
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I'll really start oh my god, what is this |
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Picking, your brains cells, |
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I will be what? |
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I'm gonna call the cops |
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Licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? quit fucking around |
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You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh hello, who is this? |
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Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now help, who is this? what |
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I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? why are you |
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You thought the day was going to be calling me? |
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Dull? ? I'll make it very exciting |
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I took your fingers then |
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I started who are you? why are you |
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Biting, and then |
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I scraped the meat calling my house? |
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Off, the bone, of your leg stop calling here! |
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Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg don't call here anymore |
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But I had to insist, |
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I had to insist |
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Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist aieeeeeeeeeeeee! |
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Okay, I think we've gone a little bit |
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I'm gonna call the cops! |
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Overboard, don't stop it yet fuck you don't call my house!! |
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Like this... ("like what like what like what")(repeat 4x) |
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Yo, I'm audi geee |
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No doubts manufactured |
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No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies |
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No copies, okay |
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Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? |
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That's what it really is huh? |
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Is that what you want? what you talkin about? |
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What you talkin bout nigga? |
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Whatchu know bout the problems of l.a.? |
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I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems |
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Of the people in the l.a. |
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See the brothers needs some type of education |
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And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh |
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Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community |
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Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from |
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The tree if you don't water the grass |
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So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh |
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Like this... nanananananana, like this |
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You can get with this, or you can get with that |
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I think you get with this because fat lip's fat |
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Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat *echoes* *laughter* |
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Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going |
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Keep going, ay romye romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere |
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C'mere c'mere (ok ok aiyyo yo yo yo) c'mere for a second |
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Aiy rhasaan, rhasaan, imani, imani |
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I think you should*music stops* oh, duhh! |
