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What we have here is a very, serious situation
Lots of people out here always the dick, hmmph
But check out
I like your style, I like stride
And I like motivation
But the late show, we ain't standin for shit
So my man right here he wrote a little about it
Why don't you it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. hollywood -- it out!
the, alarm, here comes, the com
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, he-llo? is there?
I'm not a step, so stare
I rock-well I always feel like
I always like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't me
You're just a new kid on my jock, and you're phony
my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just just step aside
aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the southside
Where the ruffnecks if you can't stand it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull card
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, that be hard
You're fraudulent, I can a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got
And out is how I'm lookin, I'm out for my people
I'm fly like I'm fly like but me have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice, how far you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * like en vogue*
You wasn't from the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no business buyin, junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a

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We really we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now let's say for instance
You got a crank gettin for his bank by some snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
The
You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo money mo money mo!
I couldn't go out like that if it was my day off of punishment
Just call me in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel bitch, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
Ridin on my shit, just to get nut off
Not, no cops, just want a lick
If you down with the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
I remember the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me I was booty but now you're just a groupie
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me when I get big don't be me uhh
But forget you, you, after, I rock you
It's blo pop time bitch, you better set clock
To the charms

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Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc cross the
To get to the side? !
Why'd the mc sucker mc cross the road?
To get to the side, now check it out
I got the pep in my step, the in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my backbone
shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma shake your mid
And i'ma get you suckaz, give me one side, and one rib
I the mouths hey, I barbeque the mouths
Cause mom said - don't play wack in the house!
So that garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you hip?
You found rap, on a street - and lost it
On a parkway, I sayin no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin goons fakin wounds, I need to shank the crank
Elvis presley jr., tryin to be somethin you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on
And take off all clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You and I knows, that's how you sell your record
Because your is butt, you gotta get naked
But wack, you're wack, showin your body to me
I said you're wack, wack, showin your body to me
You got no soul man, and you need to get a
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with true you suckers