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Motherfuckin, ladies and gentleman |
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My style's rugged like timberland |
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When i clock lyric then women give me more love than wimbledon |
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My style flow local like new jersey transit |
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And i can't stand it |
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And you'll need teddy to unjam it when i cram it |
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I'm from n-to-the-e |
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W-a-r-k, newark nj got the ak |
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When i wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy |
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I'm a kid from the hall |
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I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers |
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Hey boy this is the way the east coast swing it so bring it |
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Man i told you ass brown-er than james with the sex machine shit |
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I keep the chronic patrol on the road |
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In case you're wondering why i keep my izm |
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Cause i smoked everybody else's shit up |
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My style's the ultimate funk when i mic checka |
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One two checka |
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And i give effects to niggaz with my black and decker |
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So check the, manuscript, man you flipped |
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Put it down if you can't handle it |
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Got a b-r-c-g, blunt rollers college graduate |
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I got a degrees in physics on how high i can get |
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Then next i check how many niggaz that can die from my tec |
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Cause the n-e-w-a-r-k is where the niggaz robbin and stealin |
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And fuckin niggaz everyday |
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Now jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side |
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Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride |
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So, sliiiide, before i call the medics |
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You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were fedex |
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Can i, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya |
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Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to california |
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Cause reggie noble dropped that cock named noble at sunoco |
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I'm better than rice and beans when i rock you ocho to ocho |
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My music more underground than a kid at 300 xl |
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Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected |
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I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz |
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And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk |
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Verbally you never heard of me i smoke you third degrees |
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And cause surgery for emergency |
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Cause reggie noble's known like burglary |
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I get hot busted when i dip my nuggets |
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Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like chuck did |
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Cause we run around newark with the nine cock |
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Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block |
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And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter |
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So go show you more nigga events than jacob jaffrey center |
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I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines |
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Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime |
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I rock around the robin tweet tweet on the calendar |
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Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was algebra |
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I make bitches moan to my stallone without sylvester |
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Cause i'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors |
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So check us, i always smoke mad blunts before breakfast |
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Cause i, get around like 2pac with poetic in my justic |
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Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight |
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I'm sooper like my man cat, cause i keep my styles jam packed |
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I wrreerawwwowww like anthrax, split my pants like bill bixby |
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You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my mp-60 |
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I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up |
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Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up |
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I blaze blunts with my nigga mellow, yo say hello |
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(yo whattup dogg?) |
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Really, now pass the second blunt to quilly |
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Now sit your big ass down cuz i don't know about this rap stuff |
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There wasn't rap when i was pickin cotton, sayin massa |
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Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards |
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Man, y'all fuck around with quilly i kick a bone out yo' ass quick |
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Watch out now, i ain't bullshittin |
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I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-g's from forty-three goddamnit |
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And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin |
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I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating |
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And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic |
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You find it i'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded |
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Time 4 sum aksion so time to find it |
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I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out |
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That was last album when i was bouncin on trains like malcolm |
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I was hiiiiigh, i thought i wouldn't survive |
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That's why i quit my nine to five and got live |
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Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets |
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And i'm audi for ninety-four because i already got my props |
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Hoes, hoes, and more hoes... |
