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Step on your finger. |
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Damn! See if I can play with one hand... |
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See? Sounds good. |
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Oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn. |
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Goddamn. Woah! |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Fucking goddamn. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Play it on the radio. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Shit, yeah it's cool. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Come here one time, what's up y'all. |
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I got this fucking rim going on out here. |
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I'm gonna give a shout out |
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To my home boy out there in LA: |
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Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on. |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre, |
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Going on in Chapel Hill. |
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Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie Killer". |
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They all said it. |
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Mmm-hmm. |
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They all said it. |
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Ugh! |
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They all said it. |
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Mmm. |
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They all said it. |
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Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark, |
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Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherfucker". |
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CEC |
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CEC |
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CEC |
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Bring in the bass, ya'll! |
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Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt |
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About the motherfucker! |
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Yeah! I thought that's how you felt. |
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Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass. Yeah. |
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For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, |
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Yah come on. |
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For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, |
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Come on! |
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For those of y'all that wear fannie packs! |
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And ponytails! |
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Come on! |
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For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs |
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And ponytails, |
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I've got the fucking on! |
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Yeah! My boy Sledge on the bass in your face! |
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My boy Ben on the piano, comin' in. |
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Let him in! Let him in! |
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Yeah! |
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Let my boy Ben in. Alright. |
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Yeah. |
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Hey D! Hey D! |
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Yo, wassup? |
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Oh, goddamn. |
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You gonna let me in D? |
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Wassup? |
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You gonna let me in? |
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Yo, let that piano solo in. |
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Let me in! |
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Let me in! |
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Goddamn! |
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Yeah, |
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Yeah, |
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Yeah, |
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Yeah! |
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Yeah, ah. |
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I been around the world, |
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I've seen things happen. |
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I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping. |
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I could find another hundred ways to get my shit. |
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Goddamn, that's so fucking shit! |
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Yeah, I said for those of y'all with fannie packs: |
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Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya! |
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I wanna borrow an Alan wrench, |
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I wanna borrow some duct tape, |
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I wanna borrow a mic cable. |
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Bass in your face! |
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Bass in your face, |
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Ugh! |
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Bass in your face, |
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Ugh! |
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Bass in your face, |
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Ugh! |
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Ugh! |
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Yo G, see in. |
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Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down. |
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We're gonna break this shit on down. |
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Gimme some bass. |
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Aaaaaah |
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Ah that pretty good. |
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Bring this shit in! |
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Oh goddamn! |
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Oh goddamn! |
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Oh goddamn! |
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Oh goddamn! |
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Shit, yeah it's cool |
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Shit, yeah it's cool |
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Shit, yeah it's cool |
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Yeah! |
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Shit, yeah it's cool |
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Shit, motherfuckers. |
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Play that cymbal, man, |
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Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work. |
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Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high work, |
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I'm gonna bring that shit in. |
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I wanna taste it, man. |
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Right now! |
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Ha ha ha! |
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A ha ha ha! |
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Yeah |
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Ha ha ha! |
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Goddamn |
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A ha ha ha! |
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Yah, this song goes out to |
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My main-man at The Point in Atlanta |
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Wussup, G? Gimme more fucking monitor man! |
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Bernie! |
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I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that. |
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It won't go any higher than that because the transistors, |
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The resistors, they won't go any higher! |
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Yo, yo eh! |
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Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out |
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With a piano solo. |
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Goddamn, ugh! |
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Ugh, goddamn. |
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Uh. |
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Alright. |
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Turn that shit out. |
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1! 2! 3! 4! |
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Ugh! |
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Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that! |
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That's our next single. |
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Oh, they left. |
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They gave up. |
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"These guys are fucking idiots." |
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Ha ha ha! |
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That sucked! |
