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Riding in my |
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Thunderbird on the freeway |
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I turned on my radio to hear some music play |
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I got a silly rapper talking silly shit instead |
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And the only good rapper is one that's dead on it |
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Uh, dead on it, shall we go back? |
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Yeah, let's go |
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Negroes from |
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Brooklyn play the bass pretty good |
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But the ones from |
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Minneapolis play it like it oughta should |
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A magnum fro is better when you got a poof on it |
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And the to and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it |
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Funky dead on it |
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Uh, dead on it, on it |
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Shall we go back? |
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Let's goThey're dead on it, wow |
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See the rapper's problem |
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Usually stem from being tone deaf |
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Pack the house then try to sing |
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There won't be no one left on it |
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Parking lot's on fire, brothers peeling out of the town |
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They say in disgust, they singing their guts |
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Rapping done let us down |
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You got to be dead on it, dead on it, dead |
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All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the knees |
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Don't believe me? |
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NoTry it once then stop, they'll be begging |
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Please, please, please |
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Shoo be doo wa, dead on it |
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What does that have to do with the funk? |
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Nothing, but who's paying the bills? |
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If you don't wanna lick my knees, |
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I'm sure your mama will |
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Uh, 'cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we dead on it |
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De-de-dead on it, on it |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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My bed's a coffin, |
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Dracula ain't got shit on me |
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My nickname's hell's-a-popping, |
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I'm badder than the wicked witch |
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I got a gold tooth, costs more than your house |
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I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse |
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They dead, they dead on it |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the three |
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You know, you know, |
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I'm busy, to scizzy |
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Can't nobody fuck with me' |
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Cause I'm dead, on it, dead, on it, on it on it |
