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Come on |
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Come on |
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[ verse 1 ] |
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Do this, ugh, come on, come on |
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Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on |
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The i-c-e-t |
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O.g. m.c. |
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L.a.p.d. |
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H-a-t-e- |
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S (ho!) |
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Watch the mic blow |
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I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo |
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Time to get wreck with the new style |
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It's '93 and mc's are gettin buck wild |
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But i - ain't a - nigga |
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That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure |
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I'm gonna end up with a big sum |
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Cause if you don't like one jam, i always got another one |
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Different, specifically i don't copy |
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Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy |
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I don't play one game |
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I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same |
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[ chorus ] |
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I ain't new to this |
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I ain't new to this |
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Never been |
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New to this |
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Nigga |
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New to this |
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I ain't new to this |
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Fool |
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New to this |
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Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist |
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[ verse 2 ] |
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Boom bam, i drop fat slang |
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When i used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game |
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When i was young, i used to roll with a street gang |
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If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang |
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I ain't new to this, i ain't new to this |
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Blow your dome, i hit quick as a pugilist |
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Ugh, ah, what's up? now your eyes swoll' |
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Thought i went soft, cause my records went gold |
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(sucker) buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool |
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Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool |
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Now it's mine, and you're blind |
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Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine |
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Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend? |
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Sayin i went out, but you ain't never been in |
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I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry |
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That's somethin that you'll never see |
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[ chorus ] |
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(they can get a smack for that) --> flavor flav |
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(yeah-yeah) |
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[ verse 3 ] |
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On and on to the funk track |
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Back glass shakin like shit, that's where the trunk's at |
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That's cause my shit's - made for |
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Niggas that are hardcore |
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Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw |
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Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on |
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Get your clothes off and the fun on |
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Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on |
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Get your clothes off and the fun on |
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It's time to check cash |
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Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass |
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While the klan try to kill me |
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But i wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin will, gee |
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So when i'm gone, it's on |
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Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn |
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Talkin bout simon till the early morn' |
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Word is bond |
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But now i just cool |
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Bumpin my gang starr tape by my pool |
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I ain't new to this |
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[ chorus ] |
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[ verse 4 ] |
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Check, check, i got problems with the press |
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Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck |
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(ugh) punk reporter tried to diss me |
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(ugh) now the muthafucka's history |
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(ha) i got to make a break hardcore fat tape |
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Word, i don't fantasize, i don't exaggerate |
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Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check |
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Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck |
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I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker |
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Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker |
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Your posse best to run from my gun |
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Keep my nine off safety, and e holds the other one |
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(yeah, sucker) |
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[ chorus ] |
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(they can get a smack for that) |
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And you don't stop |
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Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped |
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Yeah |
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Ice-t |
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'93 for the underground |
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I ain't new ta this |
