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Ryu and Tak, Demigodz |
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Green Lantern, Scoop DeVille |
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This kid is only seventeen, man |
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He's about to be a problem |
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So let's get right to (and then rule?) |
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And it ain't nothin' but a thing |
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To getchya (grippin'?) the move |
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Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene |
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You know we kill it |
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Goin' all out |
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We about to |
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Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it |
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Ryu-yo it's in my blood |
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I was born to spit it |
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The cord has kept me warm |
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Through the storms of winter |
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Ignored the pain and struggle |
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When it's time for dinner |
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We huddle together and grind |
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Rain or shine |
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Survive the weather |
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Forget about changing spinners |
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Throw me a bone |
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I'm just tryin' to raise my litter |
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It made me bitter |
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Eventually made me sicker |
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So when the heat's on |
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We don't get pre-game jitters |
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Uh-uh |
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We go to work man |
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Diggin' in dirt |
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We took 'em to church |
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We're checkin' in some teenage strippers |
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Livin' life by the seat of my pants |
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And ( ? ) with jams |
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Undefeated we can't |
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Lose |
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Ever whoever wanted with us |
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Better roll with a camp |
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You trust to cover your ass |
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When your asses can't |
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Huh |
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So bottom's up |
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Here's one for the crew |
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Put some liquor in your gut |
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And tell me what you wanna do |
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Sing it |
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S |
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For every sucker left behind |
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O |
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What they were yellin' when i bust a rhyme |
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B |
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Best believe when it's time to get it |
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We grind and jet |
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'cause we ain't got time to kick it |
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No |
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S |
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For the drunk sexy women |
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O |
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Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it |
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B |
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Best believe when it's time to get it |
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We grind and jet |
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'cause we ain't got time to kick it |
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Tak-so let's get right to (and then rule?) |
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And it ain't nothin' but a thing |
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To getchya (grippin'?) the move |
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Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene |
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You know we kill it |
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Goin' all out |
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We about to |
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Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it |
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Tak-wow |
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Look at 'em now |
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Their mouths are closed |
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We done came a long way since 2004 |
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Spilled bleach |
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Got the whole entire crowd exposed |
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The fumes leakin' in the street |
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Throwin' down them (bowls?) |
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Whoa |
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We on the job |
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The one with the mob |
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The fake facades |
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To get it just to make new large |
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I roll a seven to nine |
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Just to break the yards |
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And step in your mind |
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And unfold |
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The great bizarre |
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Hit the kill switch |
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Yah |
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Found my hitch |
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I'm on the pitcher's mound for now |
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It's me and will smith |
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Finally overseas |
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I sneak in the mattress |
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Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent |
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We out gettin' bent |
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Makin' dollar amounts |
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So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots |
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Say it |
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S |
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For every sucker left behind |
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O |
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What they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme |
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B |
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Best believe when it's time to get it |
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We grind and jet |
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'cause we ain't got time to kick it |
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No |
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S |
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For the drunk sexy women |
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O |
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Sippin' jack with some pepsi in it |
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B |
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Best believe when it's time to get it |
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We grind and jet |
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'cause we ain't got time to kick it |
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So let's get right to (and then rule?) |
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And it ain't nothin' but a thing |
|
To getchya (grippin'?) the move |
|
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene |
|
You know we kill it |
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Goin' all out |
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We about to |
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Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it |