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Ft: Thes One |
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[Maanumental] |
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Chikara, are Japanese people like good at karate? Or are they like alright at karate? |
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[Chikara] |
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Yeah, they're good man |
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[Maanumental] |
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They're good at karate? Like everybody? Like old ladies and ish too? |
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[Chikara] |
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Yeah |
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[Maanumental] |
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Word, man |
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[Chikara] |
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Yeah |
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[Maanumental] |
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That's cool man |
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[Newman] |
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Hey yo Jamaan |
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[Maanumental] |
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What? What's up? |
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[Newman] |
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Ay yo man, are you real good at basketball? |
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[Maanumental] |
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What? Uh, yeah, yeah |
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[Newman] |
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Word? What else you good at? |
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[Maanumental] |
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Ey, yo, I'm real good at eating pork rinds and stuff. Yo, eating baby back ribs. Yo, just just check it |
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[Verse 1: Maanumental] |
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Who else is gonna smoke menthol cigarettes |
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And make the UPS uniform look fresh |
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Black is beautiful, yeah that's the white word |
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It'd more bomb if it was blonde or bright orange |
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Say we lazy, cut us some slack a'ight? |
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Cause it's hard work trying to keep crack alive |
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And plus we make the songs that ya'll listen |
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Burnt and scared, we all barbecue chicken |
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Employ mostly grown men still rhymin' |
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Tell you what shoes are cool then shine 'em |
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If you got it we'll show you how to shake your ass |
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And it in the back of the class and not pass |
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Make legit achievements straight wack |
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Yo, you trying to raise up in the cracks, you ain't black |
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Where's your diamond in the back, fronts in the tooth |
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The best athletes, we can run from the truth |
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All the way home to the apartments we rent |
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I got a big screen and bam, some ramps |
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Loyal to brass who ain't loyal to us |
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Civil rights passed, sit at the back of the bus |
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Cause it's too comfortable to stay chillin' |
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Great scapegoats and make the best villains |
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A planet without blacks ain't the right world |
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Cause somebody's gotta get at these white girls |
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[Verse 2: Newman] |
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Yo, I can't dance, can't jump so I can't dunk |
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Like Eminem, hate rap cause I love punk |
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Got a big truck, no fear when I say fuck |
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Drink beer, steer clear when I drive drunk |
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Say "fag" when I bag on my buddies |
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Wavin' a flag, then brag about my money |
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Four years of college and never had to study |
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Made the Dean's List cause he played gin Rummy |
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With Mom and Dad, they at the summer pad |
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Be there in a minute, I got to get Brad |
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We cruise for chicks who look like they had a lot of work done |
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And love Brooks and Dunne (yeah!) |
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I'm votin' Bush again, set my VCR to tape the last Friends |
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Love to tailgate, eat steaks and twins |
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I rollerblade everyday, guess I'm all American |
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Big apple pie, one hell of a guy, I keep my hair dyed |
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But just on the tips, the thin keep me whipped |
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On the Atkins, so I gotta skip chips |
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Low on the carb, but high on the hog |
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Three in the fam, but I got five cars |
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Mr. Martinez just cut the front lawn |
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His wife watch the kids while Mom's at the bar |
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[Verse 3: Thes One] |
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Okay, my friend, you're my friend, just please nobody call INS again |
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Mess around and lose all your town's pedestrians |
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Cross walk walkin' with the babies in each hand |
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Got a plan, buy a van, let the family grow |
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And keep Calvin pissing on something in the window |
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Or downsize to the fly '80s hatchback |
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Packed, Nike sticker on the back |
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Painted it flat black, with Pep-Boys rims |
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Fourteen spokes, for fourteen folks |
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Slim to fat, we can't fit, no joke |
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But we'll make it to the beach, even if the Ford smokes |
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Swimming around with cut-off cords and locs |
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Caesars, Mary, Joseph and the Pope |
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They'd all look fly in gold, hanging on a rope |
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Around my neck, so low, you catch the glow |
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While I walk the block. Yo, cop that vase |
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Give me the clock with Last Supper on it's face |
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Mechanical parrot that bends down and takes drinks |
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3D Jesus on the cross that blinks |
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Gotta spend money from working that ass off |
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Taking all the jobs that American's pass off |
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And last off, I'd like to say it's all abouta me |
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So next time catch me in line at the DMV |
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[Verse 4: Chikaramanga] |
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I'm a ninja, might rear end ya |
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Every day, sushi for dinner |
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Fish, which is my favorite dish |
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No soy sauce, you might get dissed |
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I'm rich, I bought all your land |
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Tourist I am, Digicam |
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Disneyland, I'll be there |
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Limited Dunks, dye my hair |
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Yellow, bow down with the "hello" |
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Get a bad grade? Hell no! |
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Chain smoke, a pack a day |
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It might be bad, but how you say? |
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I'm rich, roll with the cool |
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Karaoke, Asahi brew |
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Mr. Sulu in a business suit |
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You might see me, I can't see you |
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Yeah, people don't even know how dope Japan is |
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It's even fresher than raw fish, you know what I'm saying? |
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And I am as dope as Japan is. My name is Chikaramanga |
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Crew GP, yo |
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I'm out |
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What!? Hahaha! |
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[Sample] |
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America needs red, yellow, black or white (x7) |
