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.. it's at your own {*repeating, getting louder*} |
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.. it's at your own .. it's at your own |
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.. it's at your own .. it's at your own |
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.. it's at your own risk sucker! |
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Yo! whassup? yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin? |
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E-swift, you cuttin the records nice boy |
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Dj pooh whassup man? we all chillin |
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Yo, yo, j-ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out y'knahmsayin? |
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And i'ma bust it off like this for compton |
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Well - look who sprung up, comin the fuck up |
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I came in the place to let you know what's up |
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With a bunch of trunk jewerly |
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Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em |
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Yeah i rhyme fly, real fly hobbes |
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I wear nike's cause i run from the cops |
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Pops taught me lots he said "toys are for tots" |
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At four, bought me a box, when i was six i wore a jock |
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Cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big |
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At nine i was a kid but i took my first swig |
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Hugged that olde english beer |
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So my peers wouldn't think that i was queer |
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Yeah, right off i got the title of a gangsta |
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Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a |
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Person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha.. |
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Whassup? this at your own risk, sucker |
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Uhh! this at your own risk, sucker.. |
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P-puh, puh-p-puh-p-puh-pooh man fuck it! |
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People always say, "are you the king of the west?" |
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But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test |
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Even though, they know i'm king, i'm on a higher level |
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I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil |
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I mean really, how you think i'm livin? |
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On the strength i'm livin like it's thanksgiving |
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So yo, whassup turkey, tryin to jerk me? |
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Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt t |
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The almighty individual |
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You said you knew, but i don't think you really know |
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About the k-i-n-g super cool mack daddy |
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I drive a caddy, and i'm livin fatly |
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Had me on stage in a rage |
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Yellin was what ya know, that's how i get paid |
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Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss |
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But yo it's at your own risk sucker |
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Sup? it's at your own risk |
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Aiyyo, e-swift, bust the break |
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Verse three is another one for those to remember |
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King tee is the champ, smashin all contenders |
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For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction |
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I'm snappin arms, legs and even necks and |
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Suckers who thrive to drive me crazy |
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You know the ones who front tryin to amaze me |
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Take it as a warnin cause i'm hopin that you don't diss |
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But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, sucker! |
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Yo, it's all about me and dj pooh and e-swift |
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Rockin the house, y'knowhati'msayin? |
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We got walkman in the house |
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We got j-ro in the house |
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We got (??).. {*echoes*} |
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Y'knowhati'msayin we cold chillin y'know |
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I wanna send this record out, to the piano man |
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Piano man, won't you play somethin for me |
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Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon c'mon |
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Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon c'mon |
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Get funky ass oh, ohh yeah |
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Get funky, aww ooooooh shit! |
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It's at your own risk suckers, knowhati'msayin? |
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Yeah, e-swift, scratch that in |
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Awwww yeah.. |
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Aww you're doggin it man, y'knowhati'msayin? |
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See ya! |
