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We talkin' 'bout |
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Hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity |
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We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won |
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I drop a certified gem for him and her |
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Knockin' on your radio like the Crash Crew |
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Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper |
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Outside of that we pull capers for days |
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Ridin' throughout the maze of street while we blaze the beat |
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Watchin' the sweet things wiggle they butt |
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To Plug Three on the cut, movin' on ya what |
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Ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our point to ya position |
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Rippin' stages with my thought coalition |
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Carryin' on, eradicate all your stress mode |
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Just another episode through these area codes, we bankin' on |
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Hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity |
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We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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It's the hotness, talked about but never seen |
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Like the Loch-Ness 'til ya cop this, drop it inside your vein |
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And like a train, we be runnin' throughout your legs and arms |
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You're high off our talent and charm |
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Check the caliber, this be a smash |
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Like some food on stage for Gallagher |
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Wear ya bib 'cause it's messy |
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Niggaz schemin' on my girl as if my name was Jesse |
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Watch your manners, now let me pass it off to Dave Banner |
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Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue |
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Small talkin' in the big city, it's all about gettin' the coins |
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Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin |
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They sportin' a dot com Viet marker bomb |
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On your metro, Marta order iron horse |
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Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher |
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I'm cuttin' your girl, we on a world tour |
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Supplyin' your bloodstream with nothin' but the pure uncut, in ya |
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Hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity |
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We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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Freak, freak, freak, freak the funk, the funk, the funk, the funk |
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Funk freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak |
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Freak, freak the funk, freak, freak the funk |
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We ain't walkin' on a yellow brick road |
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These streets stay red and bloody kid |
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Case study your code, so you can easily pass |
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I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation |
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If you crossin' my line, nigga do the same |
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I'm guaranteed to run through and prove the game |
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Ain't bigger than the pieces in it |
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You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one side of map |
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Clappin' hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap |
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Long hauls and livin' out a suitcase man |
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Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man |
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Ain't nuttin' better than explorin' the outskirts |
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Especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on and it's on |
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Hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity |
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We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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Hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity |
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We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city |
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Yo, it's like, the Mercenary gettin' down |
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And we got, Dave Banner gettin' down |
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And we got, Maseo gettin' down |
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And of course, my nigga Eno gettin' down |
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And we got, Jay Dee gettin' down |
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And of course, the Slum V gettin' down |
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And we got my man Khrist gettin' down |
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And we got, Com Sense gettin' down |
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And we got, N.D. gettin' down |
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You know Troy Hightower gettin' down |
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And we got, C. Smith gettin' down |
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And my nigga, Dave West gettin' down |