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This is an introduction |
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To music that just be pumpin' |
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While hits just be dippin' |
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The intention is for humpin' the floor |
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Shinin' the wood with our jeans |
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If it's denim don't worry |
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It's hip hop don't hem 'em |
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Money earnin' concernin' |
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And I'll be teachin' and learnin' |
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Gettin' hot from my rhymes and my looks not from bourbon |
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No solution no remedy, no cure like a deodorant |
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Yo you have to be sure |
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That if you talk up or walk up into my face |
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That wouldn't become a big public disgrace |
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'Cause I'll ban you, burn you up, and tan you |
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Treat you like the elephant |
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And man you will be hocked and locked in a jar with a lid |
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Hangin' on a wall in Michael Jackson's crib |
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'Cause I'm bad, in fact I'm a thriller |
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I drink milk, that's why I'm a top biller |
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Like a funeral home, I'll make a killing |
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I'm not Giz even though I'm still chillin' |
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Guys say I'm scary, girls say I'm cuddly |
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Rough like bark but dark and lovely |
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This ain't no game and I'm no toy |
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And like Anita Baker, I'll bring you joy |
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With my word when I open my mouth |
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Ask Oliver North to go and break south |
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A homo is a no-no but you know I'll smack a fagot |
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Boy, you got to see me, I'm rich like Jimmy Swaggart |
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I'm a loon and ya know, comin' soon |
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A rhyme kicked to this Popeye tune |
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This is hip hop with a little be-bop |
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And I won't flop 'cause I can't stop |
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I will mop up the slop and then go to the top |
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'Cause I'm not Robocop, I'm Chubb Rock |
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I'm Chubb Rock risin' and I'll break your leg |
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And I'm more than a forty ounce, I'm more like a keg |
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And I'm the big dipper, rippin' like Jack the Ripper |
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And if you want the proof, the proof is in my liquor |
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So you knew it and you blew it, let's get to it |
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Gonna run you over with a rhyme that's like a big Buick |
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And since you think you're slender, I'll slap you with a fender |
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And bind you up, wind you up, and grind you up in a blender |
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And then I'll serve you with coffee and cake |
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Oh damn, I should've had a V-8, oh well |
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I'll put you on a plate so it looks a little neater |
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You're a tramp, so I'll sprinkle salt and pepper |
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And paprika on your face, like mace, so you can taste immediately |
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Just like the base that went up your nose previously |
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So it seems you're too zooed to battle |
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Word's up chump, acne bump, skedaddle |
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You're a nine, I'm a ten, Victory is mine again |
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This Bud's for me, so here, take a Heineken |
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With your self-esteem, you will never redeem |
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Like Martin Luther King, you have a dream |
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That maybe you will beat me, maybe defeat me |
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But you're too illiterate, so I won't consider it |
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Weak is the word and the rhyme is identical |
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This is not the late show and I'm not Arsenio Hall |
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But quite tall with the gall |
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And I have magic and I can play ball |
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And guys won't boo this, girls will just screw this |
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It's ludicrous but we can do this |
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'Cause you're new to this, Brutus |
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I'm so smooth that I'm the smoothest |
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I'm not handsome but I am the cutest you ever had |
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That's why I'm so glad that I'm so good, I'm bad |
