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What goes on, well |
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[Chorus: (Yogi) Chadio] |
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(1-2) 1-2 |
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(1-2) 1-2 |
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(C-R-U) C-R-U |
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(Bubblin') Bubblin' |
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(1-2) 1-2 |
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(1-2) 1-2 |
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(C-R-U) C-R-U |
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(Bubblin') Bubblin' |
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[Yogi] |
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I be that lay back loungin' from the lafayette ave. |
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Talkin' mad lip and shit that ain't my style |
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Making mad chips and I shall proceed |
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And I gets busy that's word to my seed (Chadio) snaps tounge What seed? |
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The seed to my H-Y-dro and the big Y-O |
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Gonna keep it fly though |
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And Yog don't sleep, playas be yawnin' |
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Wakin' up french kissin' duck tape the next mornin' |
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[Chadio] |
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See it's time to pay dues, deliver the news |
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Like you mass we re-fuse to loose |
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Rhymes and booze, the life we choose |
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Fight with the mic like Musslims and Jews |
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No shame in out game things stay the same |
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Niggas try to front we ain't with the flame |
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Never take the blame too much game |
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In the concrete jungle our minds untamed |
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[Yogi] |
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You can clap your hands the hands you clap |
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If your girl's in the club, it's your girl I'm at |
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If you don't know, check the sound |
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I am from the boo-gie down |
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The Rhythem Blunt Cru, The Cru's Rhythem Blunt |
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Hanging niggas from his Versace don't front |
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Got big booty bitches but they ain't for sale |
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With them big juicy lips like Rochelle for real |
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As I'm making funky with my man Man Taj |
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And i gotta get a mil so Shah can make the harge |
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I'm smart but not Maxwell, the demo's on the Maxell |
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Then print the jam on wax is a back and watch the waxell |
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I swell, Latin Kings like gorilla family like damn |
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Yogi's coming through Chad my man |
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[Chadio] |
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Rippin microphones off hypertones are the slow ones |
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What we about when our flow's done |
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Bust you down like the last cigarate |
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Rhythem Blunt Cru we the best shit yet |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Yogi] |
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Aye yo I used to begin love with the girl named E. Bridget |
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Had a crush on Puffy fat ass like a midget |
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Rollin' with them kids call 'em "uptown cosa nostra" |
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Goin' state to state in a hoopta testa-rosa |
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I said, "Oh Bridget baby, know you drive me crazy |
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When I see your body you astound and amaze me." |
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She said, "Yogi bear I ain't nothin' but trouble |
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Keep me on the low I'll see you when you bubble" |
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[Chadio] |
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Yo I want the kingdom, the power, and the glory |
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The whole story is getting money, and livin' honkey dory |
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Plenty y'all fall, any and all quickly |
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Known to turn lezzbo strictly dickly |
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Crushin like a wreckin ball when it fall |
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I reckon y'all on a nigga then give it it's all |
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Just give me some cash cause life is troublin' |
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1-2, 1-2 lets start bubblin' |
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[Chorus x2] |
