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"Ladies and gentlemen, here's the man! I mean the man! |
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The sensational, the incomprible, the dynamic" |
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"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" |
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"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4] |
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[Pete Nice] |
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Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go) |
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Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low |
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Freaking all the funk cause my man's a funk freaker |
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Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker |
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Skills on the hills so I guess he steals a crew |
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If you're on his dick, don't fret, I'm on his dick, too |
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Got a bag of tricks, but he ain't pulling rabbits |
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Rabbits is endowed with the sexual habits |
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Took a long time in his room spinning records |
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Shit's going on, pumps fatter than a heifer |
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Chop chop he go, chopping it up like Sam the Butcher |
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Next thing you know the record chop like a hooker |
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Hits on the table, yeah Rich with the quick hand |
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Now understand this, he ain't the ordinary rap man |
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Bring all the wizard in Brooklyn's chop shop |
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Listen to the Lumberjack record go chop |
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"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" |
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"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4] |
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Tell me, toss another record on the platter |
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Have to see him swing it, swing it like a hook and ladder |
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Mister ??? if you went up with only liquor |
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Better keep your papes in your pocket or we vic ya |
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Busting off shots in the backyard of Brooklyn |
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Chopped by the hoes, only hoes that's good looking |
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He move crowds overseas, even immigrants |
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Seen him in his 300 Benz with the tints |
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Think you want to step to the Lumberjack? |
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That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks |
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Could you place your ass in a DJ recepticle |
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But a Lumberjack will just chop off your testicles |
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You want to get with the master chopper? |
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Better get a kung-fu to the little grasshopper |
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Heard your cuts and your cuts is kinda sloppy |
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Better get your ticket, watch the Rich get choppy |
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"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" |
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"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4] |
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Lumber, lumbar, Jack and I be nimble |
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Hurt you like a whiffle ball and bring it to a sequel |
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Shadows, shadows, know where Daddy Rich lurks |
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Verse got a gold tut like Mrs. Butterworth's |
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You said he couldn't, but he said "I got wood" |
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I think I can, I think I can, no I could |
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Yell timber, cause your wood is slimmer |
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Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger |
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Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave. |
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On the wax and vibrate like a ninja |
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Mr. Daddy Rich to you, used to call him ??? |
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Run and you're stumbling over stumps, so watch him fall |
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Yes y'all, he got the skills to spin it |
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So yo ho ho and a bottle full of Cisco |
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Can't find the grooves in a spasm while I'm rhyming |
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Up the track Lumberjack and on the darn timing |
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"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" |
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"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4] |
