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

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood -- check it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli lolli, for i'm, the
fellow, he-llo? is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so stare
I rock-well I always feel like
I always feel like, somebody's me
Ooh, watchin 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 know me
just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my little and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just just step aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm from the southside
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to your bluff and pull your card
And nowadays it's all these dick kids, 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
the beater with the juice, how far would you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * sings en vogue*
You wasn't down from the +jump+, so why you wanna kross?
You no business buyin, junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause youse a

..

We really lucky we got em, you can em
From a distance, now let's just say for
You got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
The
You gotta gotta be, gotta be, to let the occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, ain't 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 in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
that bitch, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
Ridin on my shit, to get they nut off
Not, no cops, low-downs want a lick
If you down with 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
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me when I get big be forgettin me uhh
But you, forgot you, after, I rock you
It's blo pop time bitch, you better set clock
To the alarm

..

Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc cross the
To get to the other !
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
Some shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma your mid
And get you suckaz, just give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the hey, I barbeque the mouths
mom always said - don't play wack in the house!
So take that to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
Before you wasn't hardcore, so why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop you ain't hip?
You rap, on a two-way street - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo suave
Fuckin goons stab wounds, I need to shank the crank
Elvis jr., tryin to be somethin that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
And take off all your clothes; then you -- a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you your record
Because your shit is butt, you get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, your body to me
I said wack, you're wack, showin your body to me
You got no soul man, and you need to get a
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with hip-hop you suckers