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(feat. Biz Markie) |
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[E Dub] |
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It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess yall |
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I confess, ya'll, when I spit the yiggy yes yall |
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I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya |
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Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia |
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I'm real, react when it's time to peel |
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Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal? |
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Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln |
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With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain |
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And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns |
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I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton |
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Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us |
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We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures |
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[Funk Doc] |
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When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face |
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My name will still be in debates about who was great |
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I make you tie your lace two times when I create |
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Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker State |
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We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal's face |
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You offers, I walk through your church without no parlay |
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Or permits, ************* your white picket fence |
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I'm from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch |
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I'm strictly convinced, yall puss |
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Flippin crack, save that |
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I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style |
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Order it now, no refunds |
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I'm like a clib with jums |
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I move crack fiends with different vowels |
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Even technicians can't repair the mic I spit on |
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I'm too underground to dance with that *************ny *************t on |
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Callin all cars, naah, call National Guards and trucks |
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And their weapons better be big as *************! |
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[Keith Murray] |
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Ay yo, the three of us together is incredible |
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Like a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals |
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Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the mental |
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Not that happy dappy *************t that you're use to |
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I got the skunky funky illest funk flow |
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For the glamorous, scandalous world of radio |
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And pimpin ain't dead, ya'll *************s just scared |
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To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there |
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Oh yeah, I heard your new *************t is GARBAGE |
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Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket |
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I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm killin it |
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Real legitamate, ******* gettin intimate |
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In nineteen hundred and ninety eight |
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We gonna set a whole lotta different *************t straight |
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You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin mother*******s! |