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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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Them can't touch me, no, them can't touch me |
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Them can't hold me, no, them can't hold me |
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Them can't touch me, no, them can't touch me |
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Them can't hold me, no, them can't hold me |
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Turn the party out |
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Damn, Phife you got fat |
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Yeah, I know it looks pathetic |
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Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics, uh |
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Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone |
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Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone |
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But um, no time for jokes, what |
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There's bills to be paid, what |
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Hoes to be laid, what, punks to be sprayed, what |
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Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back |
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Ninety-three means skills are a must, so never lack, uh |
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Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie |
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Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde |
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Battlin, whenever, hot damn |
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Give me the microphone, bwoy, one time, bam |
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Keep it on the corner, 'cuz here comes the heat |
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Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat |
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As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo, fo |
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Run and tell your dad, the Abstract's the bag |
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As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass |
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Poets got the gimmicks but they lack the sassafras |
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To make the average hardrock and cock the glock |
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And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot |
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I be ingredients, like sugar and candy |
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If your life is broke, girl I'll be the handy dandy |
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That commends you, my fee is a shower |
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For you, I'll scrub your back and I'll soap the butt crack |
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Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff |
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****in with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts |
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Yo, my mic is sounding bug, Bob Power, you there? Yeah |
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Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out |
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Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff |
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****in' with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts |
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Ayo, my mic is sounding bug, Bob Power, you there? |
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Adjust the bass and treble, okay, could you come in Tip? |
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Whoop, back yourself man, come watch me drop it |
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For showing me I could do it, for showing me I can rock it |
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Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business |
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I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah's got the witness |
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Musically, the three, poetically, be me |
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We in jammin' on the airwaves, kids just rave |
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Obey the MCs, 'cuz the MCs say |
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We flippin more niggaz like we Super Dave |
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But noticin' my stature, y'all niggaz know we gotcha |
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Movin' to the rapture, listen how we catch ya |
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Movin' with the grace, here we go, let's begin |
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Makin' people jump out their goddamn skin |
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Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin |
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Peace to Grand Pu and his many, many skins |
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Don't markers for the arrow, 'cuz we know we get the wins |
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It's the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend |
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I wanna say peace to my man Rob P, my man Jerod, and |
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Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout |
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Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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I don't wanna say nine-tre |
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'Cuz my man Extra P said, "Don't say the years" |
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So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin'? |
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Rock, rock on, |
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Everybody in Queens, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in Brooklyn, rock, rock on |
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Money earnin' Mt. Vernon, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in Jersey, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in Philly rock, rock on |
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Everybody in Houston, rock, rock on |
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Everybody LA, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in The Sand, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in Egypt, rock, rock on |
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Everybody Nigeria, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in London, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on |
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Everybody in beware, rock, rock on |
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To the niggaz on the famous, rock, rock on |
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Everybody no name, rock, rock on |
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To the kids at Nu Clear, rock, rock on |
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To the cave rock rock on |
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McDonald's, rock, rock on |
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