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Jody got a cat but she won't let it out |
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Oh, tough luck, 'cause it makes Jack pout |
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Waiting on the wins he moves to the next |
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Searching for the cheese, looking for the text |
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In the Big Blue, in search of the skins |
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Grinning and laughing, laughing and grinning |
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Padlock Jody got the whole scene played |
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No knockin' boots till she's 14K'd |
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Diamond in the back, sunroof top |
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Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop |
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Jack plays the back, just knockin' other socks |
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'Cause now in the hood he's 'Johnny The Fox' |
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Till one ring came, Jody blew a spark |
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Found about Jody round the corner in the park |
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Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news |
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Practicing the range, bellowing the blues |
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Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate |
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Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got a date |
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Padlock Jody's screaming, "Wait, wait, wait" |
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"Don't worry, hon," he replies, "I'm keepin' the faith" |
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I'll never do the baseball with you again |
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Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you |
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'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth |
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Was it such a sin to let, let me in? |
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Hooked by your ever-so-shyness |
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Want that bush, heard you're from Flatbush |
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Ran after ya, caught ya |
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Brought ya to Long Island, stylin' for a while |
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In my hut, I was on a cut for a peck, a silly Greg Peck |
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You tried to play me new, Plug One you disconnect |
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I'd try to touch your hair, you would say no |
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Yo, I'd try to touch your hair, you would say no |
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Is it 'cause you want my financial flaunt? |
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First you gotta please me, nice and easy |
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But I guess you want that in reverse |
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So I stand Plug First can see |
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We got a serious block |
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Turn the other way, ooh, what do I spot? |
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A hoopin' Hey Love whose scent left a trace |
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Had a stash in her pocket with a body that's safe |
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Ball to the eight, now you wanna swing? |
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Forget the rap, yo, Black Sheep, sing |
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You're banned, you're banned |
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You're banned, honey dip, you're banned |
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You're banned, you're banned |
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Ya banned by the preacher man |
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You played yourself a stew |
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Now to me you step, never mind love |
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The faith is being kept |
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Now remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here's the fact |
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Jack little wick but she was acting wack |
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Jack wanna lay but laying ain't exact |
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For the past four or five she was banned by the pack |
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Hip to the witness, putting on a plan |
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No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man |
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Jack knows that honey means playing a game |
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Only wanna bowl, got nabbed for the fame, goddamn |
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Sam was the man that you planned to command |
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Nothing new about a neighborhood |
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You know what? Padlock Jody wanna cut |
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Jack's thinking cap, make mine into a pack |
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Yo, here's twenty, forty, sixty, pay me back |
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Conscience appears, "Yo Jack, what you doing?" |
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You play the cold while honey here's cooling? |
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You don't have to if you don't want to |
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You don't have to if you don't want to" |
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So he begins with the ring, ring, ring |
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"Hey, Judy girl, how ya doin' |
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Seen you with another man, what you doing, screwing? |
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Ooh, shame on you, what, you can't wait |
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For the big bait, well, I'm ma tell you straight |
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Honey child, I'm keepin' the faith" |
