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Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion |
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It's number 32, now here's the situation |
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If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station |
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Now pack your bags 'cause you're leaving on a permanent vacation |
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Well, I'm a disaster, a microphone master |
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Put on the tape, I'll rock your ghetto blaster |
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It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts |
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About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts |
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I'm Hot Chocolate and you see me running late |
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'Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great |
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And I'm Bizzy D from way downtown |
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I'm known to rock a mic like a king wears a crown |
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When I'm on top, I'm get up all that booty |
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Hustling deals like Mickey Macooty |
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When I wake up, I like a pound of bacon |
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Start off the day with my arteries shaking |
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Rock, it's what we're all about |
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It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out |
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Rock, it's what we're all about |
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It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out |
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Well, I bring down the house in every city we play |
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Just from pickin' up the mic in a usual way |
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We rock and talk with a bass that's funny |
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We could even tear it up at a grade school party |
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Well, I can keep the beat but I can't break dance |
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It's hard to look cool in crazy pants |
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But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack |
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It's my personal way to bring the 80's back |
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Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries |
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High cholesterol, gettin' grease in my eyes |
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I was drinkin' underage, I belong on stage |
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Hello rock 'n roll, goodbye minimum wage |
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I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic control |
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Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl |
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Lucky number seven, every dice I roll |
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Sum 41 to the power as the boob patrol |
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Rock, it's what we're all about |
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It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out |
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Rock, it's what we're all about |
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It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out |
