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作词 : Brown, Charity, Hines, Lynch ... |
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Verse 1：dray |
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I gotta suprise-uh, i is a bit wiser, oh yes i gets biz, g |
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I mention i sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a fri*****ee |
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Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, i throw it like willis |
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Heiman, when i'm rhymin i'm makin the pape's like simon |
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Says ta, my stick it ta master, i still be the best-a |
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I figgity [*****] the flame but in the sun, now time for esther |
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So hi-ho i'm silver, i'm makin the pape's when i kicks |
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The [*****t] that'll make you muck when i lose his fleas, lice and his ticks |
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For the chicks, i be on my good foot, check it, that ass kicks |
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So yibbida yabber yoozy, [*****] that floozy suzy chapstick |
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So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's krazy |
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I'm swingin my dukes of hazard just like ???? on daisy |
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I'm swayze |
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Hook (x8): |
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(*rappaz just ain't what they used to be*) |
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Verse 2: books |
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I hears ya snorin, you *****s is sleepin, nighty nighty |
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Lord almighty, i'm bringin it live g, see i be |
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Rippin and flippin a tongue but some *****s don't seems to digs me |
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So i switch, b, like billy big*****y cos i'm the [*****t], g |
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U hoo dixie, they dribblin in they timberlands |
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I criminal mix styles, oh i flow like adrenaline |
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Yikes man, the ***** is nice man so thinkin i lost it |
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But i hypin crews wit the bass then they crossed it |
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So hip hip hooray, wantin me while i do a |
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New way to school a new jay, you say |
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"holy shamrocks, the man rocks with no beat or ham hocks" |
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Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grandpops |
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Hook (x8) |
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Verse 3: dray |
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Well um, knock knock, who's that? guess what? my crew's back |
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Rippin the hip-hop, penelope pitstop |
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Doin the bitin, the *****t i be writin, you're givin me rabies |
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They oughta be usin my trims for sperm and makin babies |
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Hey ladies, i know a-b's, i'm makin cd's |
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I heard you was eatin your spinach kid, you better be eatin your weeties |
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Comprendo, so let your friends know i'm losin my noodle |
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Cos when it be time to doodle, i lose my scruples, ask my pupils |
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I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick tp rip a qb |
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Shooby dooby dooby, i do that new g |
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So you be kool & the gang and i puts my slang in |
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Hangin loosely, oh yes g, *****s be tryin to test me |
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Hook (x8) |
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Verse 4: books |
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Hear ye, don't look any further g, see he here is |
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Still mic checkin [*****t], still dead serious |
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Hello there, i didn't go nowhere, whatup with the static g? |
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I be damagin *****s' fronts like them creases in your cavity |
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For real though, jumpin jallopy's huh, i'm robbin that hockey huh |
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I drop these bumpy cos my style is knock-kneed |
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So me and my-a, i's flyer then the witches sweeper |
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Deep, as keep ya's drunk, jump into it like aretha |
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I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant |
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*****s be tryin to hang but they can't g |
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Will agains, i'm gettin elegant with the skill again |
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It don't mean a thang if i ain't got my philly friend |
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Hook (x8) |