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[Nikki D] Good morning, honey |
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[Busta Rhymes] Good morning, honey |
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Ah! Awww! Ahhh! Ahhhhh! |
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Ahhhhhhhhhh! |
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[Nikki D] What's wrong? |
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[Busta Rhymes] Help, help, help, help! |
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[Nikki D] Honey, what's wrong? |
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[Busta Rhymes] You looked chopped |
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Awwwwww! Awwwww! |
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[VERSE 1] |
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It's shop time, in line, hurry on the quickness |
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Couch gorillas, you all need fitness |
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Word up, word up, kick out the dead presidents |
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All nightmares and Elm Street residents |
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Come on down, there's nothin wrong with that |
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But when Booga Bears do it - it's wack |
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In fact, I was in the shop the other day |
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Girls, hear me out, okay? |
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Reading Essence magazines |
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The latest fashions, adults and teens |
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Walkman kicks with the Jam that's Def |
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I see a female with a mask as I glance to the left |
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Slide to get my nails done |
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A manicure for sure - huh, can ya dig it, hon? |
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Suddenly the girl's mask came down |
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Grill piece looks ill, skips town |
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Pieces of skin were here, there, everywhere |
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A horrorflick and scare |
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Why do so much when it shouldn't be done? |
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There's someone for everyone |
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No, you had to go overboard |
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Lipstick, but lips got cold sores |
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Next time you need a fix-up, don't mix up the chop shop |
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Honey, you need the beauty shoop |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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(The beauty shop |
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You need the beauty shop) |
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[VERSE 2] |
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Now fishlip with lipstick don't match |
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Caked up make-up makes up the monster mash |
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Splash bubblebath, don't laugh |
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Not the natural look, but the truth rises to the top |
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Chop into the beauty shop flock, don't drop |
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Look in deep skin, then stop |
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If you see no wins, don't spend your ends |
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On those millions of hundreds, or even tens |
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Of pairs of pieces of horse hairs, tear upon |
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Ashes of trashes of where they shared food |
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Don't be rude, let self rule |
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Who'll be cool in the midst of confused |
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With this on the mind at the end of the mop |
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Clean it up please, at the beauty shop |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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(The beauty shop |
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You need the beauty shop) |
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(The beauty shop |
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You need the beauty shop) |
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[VERSE 3] |
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Build up a structure, imagine a fixture |
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Skip a paragraph, then develop a picture |
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Oo-wee, che-check out the brand new mixture |
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Artificial everything, sorry, Mister |
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How could you do your generical set-up? |
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And look faked up walkin the street lookin chopped up |
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Material's a thing you choose to get to strike a pose |
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Get cosmetic ears and get a cosmetic nose |
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No Siree, because you look wack, buddy |
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If loooks were makin paper, you would be broke and ugly |
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Berries are suckin, yo, I wish you good luck |
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Walkin up the street and still your face looks fucked |
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Ain't no misbehavin, get outta here |
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You look like a ghost, alakazaam, disappear |
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Go on, keep thinkin you're the cream of the crop |
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But what you need to be is crematated by the beauty shop |
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(The shop, the shop, the shop, the shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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Your face looks chopped |
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(You need the beauty shop) |
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(The beauty shop |
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You need the beauty shop) |
