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TONIGHT.. |
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Tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE BLUNTS ALL NIGHT LONG) |
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Baby, allnight long. |
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DAYLIGHT |
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Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM BLUNT...CRU |
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And we'll rock on and on and on and on... |
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[Yogi] |
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Mic check 1 to get ready, hon |
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Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns |
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And give me some funk that's wild and |
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Poundin |
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And i'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo-doo brownin |
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Astoundin |
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Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker |
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And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker |
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I'm in there like swimwear |
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Oh yeah |
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No diggi |
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And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ??? |
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Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG) |
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And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang |
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Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation |
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When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation |
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Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya |
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I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka |
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Cuz when I display my strong flow, |
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I gotcha in a sleepa life ??? strong bow |
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[Mighty Ha] |
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HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO |
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[Chadio] |
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Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio |
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And let me crush it, |
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With a new style few pile peices and bits |
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Into hits |
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Like this here shit |
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So calm down clown |
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When I come around |
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I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown |
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Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear |
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And peep out the sound from here |
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To Zaire |
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If this don't work, things get steep and deep |
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I'm runnin in the streets |
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And i'm playin for keeps |
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For now i crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock |
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Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock |
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Dread get me fed |
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End up dead |
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Cuz i'm phsyco |
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Choppin you down is the route that i might go |
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And that goes |
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For all my enemies and my foes |
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Pronto, pronto |
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[Chorus x4: Might Ha] |
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PRONTO! |
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Nigga gimme yours |
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All a bitch could do for me is |
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Eat dick and drop her drawers |
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[Yogi] |
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In L.I.P |
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This is how we be |
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Snappin necks |
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Stashin checks |
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And next on the pussy |
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Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape |
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Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes |
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Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies |
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Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi |
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Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror |
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I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow |
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Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no |
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I'm kinda low |
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Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J |
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I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today |
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(AAHHHH!) |
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You got the boom, it's over |
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I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller |
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Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G |
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We takin part of this to dr. dre on sista b |
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It's like that yo (THAT YO) |
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Like that yo (THAT YO) |
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And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo |
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Crazy legit the ill shit's neccessary |
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To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry |
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Very much a love bug like Herbie |
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I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie |
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[Chadio] |
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You got crazy game and I got crazy gats |
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And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back) |
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It's the one and only, only one |
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That leaves niggas strung |
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By the flip of a lip, by the flung |
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Of a tounge |
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Couldn't care less if the world blew up |
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But i wanna blow up before it blows |
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Thru flows |
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Of persistance |
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Which make a difference |
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In my everyday existence |
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Causin me to go the long distance |
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But back to a simple style and type format |
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As I stomp on comp just like a doormat |
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This type stuff's under lock and key (key) |
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Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be) |
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Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa |
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Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga |
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Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga |
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Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga |
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So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio |
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This here shit is type Pronto |
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[chorus] |
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Shat CRU, CRU, CRU |
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Whaaat.....whaat |
