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Well, my, half bread, might be, warm a little to low |
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You're too slow, what the fuck do you think that you know? |
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I do so and every rhyme that |
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I spit is just so crucial |
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Like metamucial |
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I kill some rhymes that |
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I'm used to |
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You park so high and mighty but |
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I'm not mighty high |
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Dirty smoke, you out with weed and leave your mouth fuckin' dry' |
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Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin' always beer tappin' |
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Fuckin' dorkette slappi' be ridiculous at how |
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I'm trippin' is all |
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I'm thinkin' is this is the best |
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M.C.That can you can find |
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I shine like some moon through the pine |
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Yo and even if you were wine |
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I'd still stay dope up with my line |
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Well, if you general brealbre? |
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Then roll with the style the |
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Dirty smokin' cali green leaf till |
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I die BLeave me alone when |
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I'm chillin' in my home |
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Yo, I'm smooth like a schwin' and |
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I shine like the chrome |
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Of it's fender, remember this microphone defender |
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Return your shit to sender 'cause no one wants to hear it |
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Yo your lyrics' are weak and yes your spirits meek |
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And you're an ignorant mother fucker, yes, it shows when you speak |
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Your wicked disappointment, your rhymes need some ointment |
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The crowd at your shows always laughin' and pointin' |
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Leave and blew it my boy has been groovin' |
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And I'm still back stage just smokin' and boozin' |
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Confusin' the sets, save the best for my choosin' |
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I'm choosin' the rest so you're loosin' |
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Well, don't forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow |
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Just open the melody and let the rhythm go |
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I'm hoofin' up the track just like a bouncin' antelope |
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And soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe |
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Because the west coast knows how to kill it |
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Yo and y'all know when it's time to feel it |
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Yo, we make it right |
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So we up all night yo, until it's tight, until it's tight |
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A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me |
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With lyrical chastity, and verbally blaster me |
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The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece |
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So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me |
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So come on and clap with me |
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Just come on and clap with me |
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So come on and clap with me |
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Yo, just come on and clap with me |
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Once upon a time in the neighborhood |
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There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good |
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He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand |
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He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand |
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He said I just got out of the water |
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And I'm late for school |
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I asked dirty to skip and he said, that's cool |
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So we went to the liquor store, got ourselves some magnum |
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Rollin down the street ya you know we brown bagged them |
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With the 50's on top and the 20's on bottom |
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Said we rollin' through my hood ya you know we got 'em |
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Sucker M.C.s wanna battle me but that's okay |
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I tell 'em don't fuck around because we don't play |
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I sang rock out with my cock out |
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I got balls of steel |
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Hear me clankin' down the street like a bag of beer |
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Said the dance off session gonna start right here |
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Dirty B grab the wheel 'cause |
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I can't steer |
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You got 20 inch rims and they spinin' when you stop |
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Said I don't give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops' |
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Cause that's what |
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I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts |
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Just jammin' down the sound with the syllables and intellect |
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Maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean |
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And I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen |
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While I'd be rippin' |
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Trojan and in the gallapagoes |
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And I'd be pickin' foes like id be pickin' the fro |
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And all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows |
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You got to go |
