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(Say, muthafucka |
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What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this |
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Funky joint?) |
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My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum |
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My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum-drum-drum |
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My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum |
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Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come |
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[ VERSE 1 ] |
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The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-c-e |
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Rope-a-dope and definitely in the place to be |
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Came to tear it up and now I put you in the wrong mode |
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I deliver lyrics for the s-p's in song mode |
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You can't delete it, rappers can't beat it |
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It's just like crack, when you start, you need it |
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So light me up right, go 'head, take a puff |
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Sho nuff, you love that Mellow Man stuff |
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So you come back for more, eh - wantin to score, eh - |
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Rewound tapes of funky joints, you can't ignore, ya |
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Mellow joint fiend, jockin me blindly |
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Go to ten stores, but you just can't find me |
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Cause I sold out, that's without a doubt |
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Cause that's what makin money is all about |
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So I'm sorry, soft sport, you come up short |
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Cause you ain't got the money to pay for rhymes of this sort |
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Every day you come up shorter with a dollar and a quarter |
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I should smack you right now, that's what I oughta |
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Do, cause I don't play, I just get straight to the point |
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Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in the joint |
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(Say, muthafucka) |
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(Say, muthafucka) |
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(Say, muthafucka |
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What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this |
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Funky joint?) |
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[ VERSE 2 ] |
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Now I'm not the kid you wanna go with, know it |
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Good and well that I'm the bilingual poet |
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I smoke impostors and crews, the Tribe's in a |
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Gangsta bang, cause it ain't nothin but a thang |
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I come off like niggas, never pull triggers |
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Never live foul, but to girls I send shivers |
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So the day I die on my tomb it'll say |
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'He smoked muthafuckas and got pussy all day' |
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So watch me flow, girls, and come a little harder |
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Girls call me papi, the daddy, the father |
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But I'm just an outgoing kid that be flowing |
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Over my mouth and drop rhymes without knowing |
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So I suggest you back up, go get your back-up |
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Of 10 or 12 rappers that I'ma cold smack up |
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One by one, cause ain't a damn thing changed |
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And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs |
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So check me out, hey, you just got done |
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I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point |
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Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, gettin funky in the joint |
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(We're gettin funky |
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This is the funky beat) --> Rammmelzee |
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(Funky) |
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(Get funky) --> Rammelzee |
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[ VERSE 3 ] |
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Yo, I'm smooth with my flow, and you can bet a smooth talker |
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Never know what I'll hit next like [name] |
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Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch |
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Your girl, she's a schemer, so I say (what up, bitch?) |
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And you don't even run up, or try to get some of |
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This milky vocal-dropper, dope son of a gun |
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Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, work it out |
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Cause that's what throwin joints is all about |
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I come ready steady ready (what?) to cut you up like Freddy |
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(Who?) Krueger, and wild up like Crazy Eddie |
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(With what?) with crazy vocab (and) dope gift of gab |
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(What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad |
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So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper |
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The man on the mic servin you type of |
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Hype that slams on time to basslines |
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But back up off me, nigga, let the mastermind rhyme |
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I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point |
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Mellow's in the house, gettin funky in the joint |
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(Say, muthafucka) |
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(Say, muthafucka) |
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(Say, muthafucka |
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What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this |
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Funky joint? |
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Much money I done spent in here |
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Nigga, I knew your mama when she was hoein) |
