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"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous..." |
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[Psycho Les] |
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Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum |
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Hook you up on some of that shit that got you numb |
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Open up hon, I just want to see in |
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The shoot my semen, the intoxicated fucking demon |
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Shoots the low at home on the roll |
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David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue |
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Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic |
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Want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic |
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[V.I.C.] |
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It's the mad Puerto Rican with the beats in command |
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Hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand |
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My game is tight, I got the flow |
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And my style's a mystery that niggas will never know |
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Rolling in my jeep mad deep |
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With a live crew, of crazy motherfuckers that don't sleep |
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(So don't try and sweat his route) |
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V.I.C. yo, p-p-p-presto |
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[Fashion] |
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Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic |
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I'll beat your little ass, fucking faggot |
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It's the season of the hunt, fucking runt, I get buck and |
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Blast when I buck your ass sittin duck |
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So back up, how the hell you ever get gassed |
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Break fool, and I'm a kick some Kool in your ass |
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Puff up your chest, inhale, you're dreaming |
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Now whip out your brains we're intoxicated demons |
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[JuJu] |
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Yo niggas try to pull my card and disrespect |
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Get blown the fuck up cause I ain't playing with a full deck |
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I ain't the one, kid, you wanna fuck around |
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I got 50 niggas in here now holding me down |
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Never be running outta ammo, got more so |
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I may just empty the clip into your torso |
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Step back, watch the body drop, ain't it funny |
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Now you said all that to say what, money? |
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"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot |
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My favorite jam of all time is 'The Body Rock'" - Bobbito (Repeat 4x) |
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[Fashion] |
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So fucking lay back and I thought you knew |
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Shit get cold when the Kool come through |
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Hey but only with my style cause only Fash can do it |
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Through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it |
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Blow me, or shut the fuck up, you can't hang |
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See the slang, drips from my lips with the bang |
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Boom, got a box of lead for a nigga |
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Cause before you lick off *bang bang* I pull the trigga |
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[JuJu] |
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Yo I came to get mines, straight up, fuck the game |
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I'm all about guns, mad loot, and fat chains |
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Act like you want, don't front or feel the fury |
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I catch a homicide charge and see the jury |
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Quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you |
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Bury that ass where God can't even find you |
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Fucking with the Junkyard nigga's like a bad move |
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I keep my finger on the trigga I can't lose |
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[Psycho Les] |
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You know that I know who's a friend, who's a foe |
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Best believe I know who's my girl, who's a hoe |
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It's the klepto, dropping verses while you dance |
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Blow! Blast you, call the ambulance |
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Owww, bitches all say while I'm steppin |
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What happened? You forgot to load your little weapon |
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Oh no, now you lay on the floor |
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While I puff endo and order beer to go |
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"I keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot |
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My favorite jam of all time is 'The Body Rock'" - Bobbito (Repeat 4x) |
