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Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill |
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Kickin it with the motherfuckin Lench Mob |
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Showin yo' ass, that you ain't got no class |
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Everytime I see you (whassup) you always on a mission |
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You're up too early in the mornin to go fishin |
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Wishin you can catch you somebody slippin |
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So you can sell his shit, and go get you a hit |
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When you need to be at home with your god damn children |
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That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin |
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Cause you haven't paid your rent in six months |
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You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps |
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Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps |
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I saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumps |
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My oh my, I wish you was my father |
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Cause I'd take your ass out and wouldn't even bother |
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Tellin them I did it - yeah fool I did it |
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Pops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshit |
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This ain't a story bout a kid from a broken home |
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It's all about a son, who father that was gone |
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So if you're out there and you're lookin for a blast |
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I'ma blast cause you ain't got no class |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stuck-y-Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stuck-y-Mack) |
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J-Dee |
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In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya |
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For a hit and some (?) you're guaranteed to bone her |
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The funky-ass aroma, comin from her crouch |
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I see why +Mama Said Knock You Out+ |
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Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this way |
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I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A |
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Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em |
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I say do you have some kids? (Hell yeah!) Feed 'em |
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Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me |
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"Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry" |
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Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill |
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I said, "Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal" |
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And followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the shit |
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And if she wouldn'ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch |
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Threw her ass in the ditch where the crackhead at |
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Cause the bitch, ain't got no class |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stuck-y-Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stuck-y-Mack) |
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It's a damn shame |
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Smoked up her kid's money |
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Boy can't even eat |
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You come home fucked up, with the basshead calls |
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Kids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all up |
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You get your first period, stomach just growlin |
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Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin |
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But it's not thunder it's your little boy's tummy |
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Now don't it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy? |
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He can't feed hisself, and his moms can't either |
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Basehead parentsman we don't really need 'em |
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Especially if they smokin and the home is broken |
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At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin |
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Sayin that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin bout my tummy |
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I'm hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucks |
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Now I gotta do her with a slug (Stucky Mack) |
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Now I gotta do her like a thug (buck buck buck!) |
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Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots |
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Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot |
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Three hots in the cot for my ass |
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Cause my moms, ain't got no class |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stuck-y-Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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No moms ain't got no class |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky-fuckin-Mack) |
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Ain't got no class (Stucky Mack) |
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No moms ain't got no class |
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Ain't that right J-Dee? |
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She need to get on with her sorry ass |
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Beitch |
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"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" |
