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I wanna be a gangster, thinkin' he's a wise guy |
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Rob another bank, he's a 'Sock 'em in the eye' guy |
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Tank head, Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy |
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Lock him in the eye, he's not my kinda guy |
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Never wanna be confusion proof |
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Oh, pudding's sweet but too aloof |
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Orange eyed girl with blackslide dew said |
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"Yo homie, who you talkin' to?" |
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A backed up paddywagon mackin' on a cat's ass |
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One upper cut to the cold upper middle class |
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Born to storm on boredom's face |
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Add a little lust to the funky ass flea bass |
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Most in the race just lose their grace |
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The blackest hole in all of space |
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Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb |
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Anybody wanna come get some |
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If you have to ask, you'll never know |
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Funky motherfucker will not be told to go |
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If you have to ask, you'll never know |
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Funky motherfucker will not be told to go |
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Wow, wow, wow |
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Don't ask me why I'm flying so high |
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Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye |
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Searching for a soul bride, she's my freakette |
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Soak it up inside deeper than a secret |
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Much more than meets the eye |
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To the funk I fall into my new ride |
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My hand, my hand |
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Magic on the one is a medicine man |
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Thinkin' of a few taboos that I ought to kill |
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Dancin' on their face like a stage in vaudeville |
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I feel so good, can't be understood |
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Booty of a hoodlum, rockin' my red hood |
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If you have to ask, you'll never know |
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Funky motherfucker will not be told to go |
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If you have to ask, you'll never know |
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Funky motherfucker will not be told to go |
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Wow, wow, wow |
