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Picasso the easel crusty crusty weasel |
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I shiggedy-shot, I shiggedy-shot the needle for the measels |
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If the record company's a pimp, you're a cheap slut |
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Pump the loot illzno, till you bust a big nut |
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Flex if you wanna, wanna flex |
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If you think you got the wrecks, yo |
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We be bustin necks, so |
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Daddy, Daddy Rich, Pete, Pete Nice the master |
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Father knows best, he knows best, you little bastard |
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Will he, will he plug ya and play ya like a fiddle |
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Or meddle just a little like the monkey in the middle? |
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It's time to fill the donut, but yo, I won't seduce ya |
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Word, I whip your ass from the Bronx to Tuscalusa |
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The big, big, big beat catcher need a big rat |
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Riggedy-rat bastard, can I get a soul clap? |
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A-clap, clap on, yo, a-clap, clap off one |
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Step to the rear if your material's the soft one |
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Yo, you got the drama class |
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Yo, you hit the drama fast |
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I vic your stash, your flag is wavin half-mast |
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Pete Nice, Daddy Rich, the agony defeat |
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(Slammed the child on the hard concrete) |
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(To the ladies screamin aw |
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The brothers yellin ho) [x8] |
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The riggy-riggin slippin, not Scottie Pippen |
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The drippin jheri curls like Steve Miller slippin |
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To the future, a moocher named Minnie vicked my ducats |
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Schmock as a schmock, I got your girl in a bucket |
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The primo, the celo, the 125th street |
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Beating up the herbs with the Nikes on my two feet |
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My head's up, I'm feds up, I'm fillin you with the diesel |
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If it ain't the legal, the scenario's illegal |
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So hey, Mr. Kincaid, when are we gonna get paid? |
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Punch you in the ass, sip the forties in the shade |
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You see, I'm real like the butts that ain't the silly-silicony |
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Homie don't play with the booty if it's bony |
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I push the rhymes like the fiendish Dick Dastardly |
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What's my fee? 10 g's cash, please |
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Hit the pawn shop with the rings, and you're hikin it |
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A tree grew in Brooklyn, and Dad Richie chopped it |
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If you got beef, get the grill and the charcoal |
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Hold it, now hit it now, cause yo, I know you got no (soul) |
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(To the ladies screamin aw |
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The brothers yellin ho) [x8] |
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Puffin, swigin, friggin-friggin A-1 |
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Top of the heap, king of the hill, steppin it up to get some |
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Now what I know because I freak, I freak the flow |
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Hit you with the potent if you wanna, wanna throw |
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I'm Peety Weety Wheatstraw, the X watching Hee-Haw |
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I see-saw the open sesame is on a trap door |
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Peter Piper, picture pocket full of presidents |
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New York, New York, a hell of a town, yo, I'm a resident |
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If you wanna get me, I'm afraid you better shoot me |
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I'll do ya my way - bababui |
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Minister the Prime one, a butter like the parkay |
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Hey, hey, the Constipated Monkeys on a parlay |
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Switchin up the picture like the Doctor Gooden packin heat |
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Sweet Daddy Cream it ain't the _Krush Groove_ or _Beat Street_ |
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Rock, rock the body rock, the truer to the hip-hop |
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Drop, drop a jewel, and never singin for the pop |
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(To the ladies screamin aw |
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The brothers yellin ho) [x8] |
