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Yeah we' re gonna swing this one to the right |
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Wanna give a shout to my man pos k |
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My man big daddy, he' s cool |
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Now rule mob |
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Check it out |
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Well honey here' s a hickie, puba' s not a quickie |
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When it comes to skins, god damn i' m picky |
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Who will be the princess to occupy the prince? |
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And if she' s less than dope i hope the limo' s got tints |
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Now honey, you see this may sound profound |
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But let me love you down |
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And if i' m uptown i' m back downtown |
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All the skins i' ve been in i gets no frowns |
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You see doo-doo mc' s, really think they can outlast. . |
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I smell gas |
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As a yung' un i was thefty, born as a lefty |
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The rhymes i drop, somethin more than hefty |
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Roll like a ranger, puba' s no stranger |
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For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger |
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Used to drink the olde e, coolers, just be goldie |
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When i played soccer with the dreads that play goalie |
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Here steps the one that' s capable, of slaughterin |
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For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin |
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Cause - puba' s shit is on stock ock |
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I shape the wig like a woodblock |
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I like to dip dip dive, a benz i' m soon to drive |
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I guess you can call this my nine to five |
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I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster |
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Freak the mind and butt behind and i gots the georgia |
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But hang on for a sec! |
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You don' t have to worry about the puba gettin wreck |
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Cause to me see it' s more than likely |
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And if i flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly |
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Let' s take a trip expenses paid money grip |
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Don' t flake or flam, cause puba' s not havin it |
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derek x sadat x |
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Derek x to the right |
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C' mon and clap your hands for zulu nation |
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C' mon and clap your hands for zulu |
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C' mon and clap your hands for zulu nation |
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C' mon and clap your hands for zulu |
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You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _feels so good_ |
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There was no doubt about it, cause i knew that i would |
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Before i kick these lyrics that i rip and i rule with |
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This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the old school |
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She. . smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til i swung |
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But i made her see stars cause her bell rung |
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see an uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl! |
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No. . i' m. . not a wife beater |
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No. . i' m. . not a girl cheater |
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I nipped this problem in the bud |
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With my force from the rule and my man ron. . stud. . |
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word to life! |
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So give a shout if you know what i' m talkin about |
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And if you don' t then brother you' re lost |
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I had a boss, traded it in for a horse |
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It died, i made glue, it' s no loss |
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I' m the boss at my job cause i hire all workers |
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Tired of the sob story tear jerkers |
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Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums |
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Never sold work, never handled no gems |
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So que sera sera as the fat lady sings |
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But when the bell toll is the song i sing |
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Taken up the flights, whether uptown or crown heights |
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I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause i do right |
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Appear from the rear with my clan, and i' m the cave bear |
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Rip up the street on my worldwide tear |
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So loudly my troops, and let' s form three groups |
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Wreck time is here, so let' s get paid on free loops |
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lord jamar |
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Allah jamar to the right |
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Peace god! yo knowledge the god peace god! |
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You' re captivated by the science cause the lesson' s mathematical |
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Jamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical |
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Y, equal, knowledge born |
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I go on, although clothes get torn |
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By weaker cypher men. . cause what came from my pen |
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Made ' em lust, now i must |
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Rush out the back door, in-to the alley |
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Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally |
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I didn' t wanna scuff up my brand new bally' s |
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So i made a quick dip, like i was goin back to cali |
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Took the lear jet, don' t fear yet |
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Comin on your earset! |
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So as i hit program, you know i' m gonna slam |
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Cause even in my name there' s a funky live " jam" |
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Don' t eat spam or no types of ham |
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Polite to all women so i say, " yes ma' am! " |
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Sniffin a gram ain' t flam, it' s kinda weak |
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Jamar i keep you open through the rhymes i speak |
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Not down with a frat, no i ain' t no greek |
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_a message from a blackman_ is what you seek! |