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What we have here is a very, serious situation
Lots of people out here ridin the dick, hmmph
But check out
I your style, I like your stride
And I your motivation
But the late show, we ain't for that 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, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I feel like
I feel 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 a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just please just aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin from the
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the to call your bluff and pull your card
And nowadays all these dick kids, that wanna 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 with the juice, how far would you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * like en vogue*
You wasn't down from the +jump+, so why you wanna kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard
Get lost, cause youse a

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We lucky we got em, you can spot em
a distance, now let's just say for instance
You got a crank gettin ganked for his by some snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
The
You gotta gotta be, be, to let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that too proud to beg, for your dough
She get your mo money mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like that if it was my first day off of
Just call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm shit
So be comin to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch, it's the, way
This is the circumcision, and is gettin cut off
Ridin on my shit, to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs a lick
If you ain't down the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
Cause I the time, the time, the time you tried
To play me I was booty but now you're just a groupie
Sweatin me uhh, 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 bitch, you better set your clock
To the charms

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Why'd the mc sucker mc cross the road?
To get to the side? !
Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc cross the
To get to the other side, now it out
I got the pep in my step, the in my glide
So I trip, when I let my backbone slip
shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma shake your mid
And get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the hey, I barbeque the mouths
Cause mom always said - play wack in the house!
So that garbage to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you ain't
You found rap, on a two-way - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin goons stab wounds, I need to shank the crank
presley jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
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 you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
I said you're wack, wack, showin your body to me
You got no man, and you need to get a pound
Cause you, ain't, down..
.. with true hip-hop you