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Aaah ha ha ha (Check this out!) |
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Wooh! Check it out (Check this out) |
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Aaaah yeah (Check this out) |
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Ya just don't stop, kid ya just don't stop (Check this out) |
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Yeah ya just don't stop, word up |
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Aaah yeah! |
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Chorus (x8): |
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Check it out y'all (Check it check it out, dun) |
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Verse 1: Dray, Books |
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Check this out, yo, yo |
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Well check it out it's the incredible, never edible, unforgettable |
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dweller from the cellar kickin terror cos I'm terrible |
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See I be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it |
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Peepin it cos y'all be keepin it, look how I'm freakin it |
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I got'cha tinglin, tinglin and minglin |
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Border way to go, the radio they got my single in |
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They rockin this, ain't no toppin this when I'm droppin this |
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style that I can buy cos yo I rhyme like a rhinoceros |
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My skill is illy, silly when I work it |
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Quick to flip the lip and rip a ***** out the circuit |
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So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin it |
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Takin out these quick cos my ***** Books is next on it |
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I know you're not set, check it, you're wonderin where the heck I've |
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been |
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Chillin stupid, cos there ain't no dooper who got wrecker than |
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the Boogie Banger, it could be danger so back, tootz |
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Cos we're guys but *****s wanna revise they rap books |
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What up kid? I can sell you rugged with the hip-hoppin |
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Throw it, like to see me from my nuts until my ***** top |
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What a bummer, it seem to be no MC can get dumber than |
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Me one other, two *****s from the |
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sewer, my *****t is new without the *?bagnesia?* |
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Cos G, I be's the man from here to Indonesia |
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Aah yeah, you heard me, see I'm just another dirty ***** |
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Drastically, casually I puff the erb to get zone like the Senate, so |
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Chorus |
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Verse 2: Dray, Books |
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Here I come so ***** don't be hatchin it, I'm snatchin it, *****s |
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o'dose |
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when I catch this |
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*****s in the dark, I spark at them like I was matches |
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I set up quicker, kick a verse with no distortion |
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I suggest MC's proceed with some caution |
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I hip, tip, grippin tit because there ain't no |
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way I'm gonna lift when I erupt like a volcano |
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I'm acid, my crew is massive, you're soft like jello |
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I'm gettin props, a habit like Abbott & Costello |
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When I flaunt this, *****s want this, they'll be usin |
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a squeegee when I'm *****in cos ***** I'm comin to get your ass |
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Comin to get'cha it's the D-Bats so ***** think back to the way I |
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bring |
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this |
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or brung that, I swung that, now look at the way I'm swingin this |
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just like my name was Joe DiMaggio |
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and hell Dray! My 12 guage spit shells like pizaggio |
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We can get it on and my word is bond and ***** who you be G |
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Your crew is easy just like Sunday mornin when I'm yawnin so |
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It's no sense in you losin what you got kid |
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Cos G I be doin the mic like Mr.T be doin the chopsticks |
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Ya gets done like no matter where ya from, jack |
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for fun, I'm nailin rappers like a thumb tack |
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I'm sort've spliffed so I don't think *****s order it |
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Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with |
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Chorus |
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(Check this out) (x9) |
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Chorus to fade |
