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(Mr Lawnge) |
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Yo! The Black Sheep has arisen here, oh dear |
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The cat's out the bag and it's the end of your career |
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Don't spit it out, let it persevere |
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I like to see my dick snot disappear |
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I got inch out the edge, Lawnge Don can't compare |
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So, ho, come here! |
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Now some say they get live but the Sugar Dick is live-er |
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In and out of any situation like MacGuyver |
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If it's not Boopie's then it's Lady Godiva's |
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When it comes to hitting ass I'm a striver |
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I'll use my dick to fight a war so there won't be no survivor |
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Call me the Nine Point Fiver! |
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Cause I'm the sugar dick, the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge |
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Of the Black Sheep here to point out what's wrong |
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With emcees like these popping that bullshit, please!? |
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Hang it up, black |
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If it's a God-given talent then take that shit back |
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Analyse the style, go home and re-write |
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I know you wanna be down, I know you wanna be like |
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ME! The Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge |
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If you think that you can play me, nah, you're dead wrong |
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Cause I write lines and wreck minds |
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Being that I'm the DJ I can flip at any time |
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I'll diss you on the rhyme, diss you on the cut |
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Have you on the dick so much there's no room for my nuts |
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Forget rapping, you nerds are herbs |
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Just get a job and ride my dick to work |
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Respect the Lawnge one cause fly shit I mail out |
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Yo, you got the wrong one if you think I'll sell out |
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Used to have a ho and I'm damn glad we fell out |
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I would keep on rapping but it's time to break the hell out |
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(Dres) |
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Yo bust it, I be a fly nigga as far as niggas go |
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I be a choice brother but only a brother would know |
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Chilling Eskimo as the general rule |
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If you can't say Dres, you can call me cool |
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Styles unlimited, you can't get with it |
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But you can get this if you straddled and it fitted |
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I wondered and I pondered if your family were Roman |
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Cause you're snuggly and you're cuddly, play me closely like a Trojan |
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Ah-ah, it busted, aww shit, don't act dumb |
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You opened your mouth, black, so yo here I come |
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It's a catastrophic state but let it begin |
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If my dick's on your minds then my balls are on your chin |
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Now here it's kind rough, so kids stay on your toes |
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If my balls or on your chin then pubic hair is up your nose |
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If pubic hair is up your nose then I suppose |
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I'm the nigga that gets and you're the nigga that blows |
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My style is immeasurable so put away your ruler |
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Think of the coolest kid you know, Dres is cooler |
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Smoother, slicker, quicker roll-flicker |
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Honey came bloody so I hit her in the shitter |
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Went to a first stone caster cum a master blaster |
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Tell you cause I know, black, get off the slim faster |
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I know you wanna emcee and be down with the rest |
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But stay on the head now cause that's what you do best |
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Your duck down sound compound no interest |
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Get down with the flock, mother****er, invest |
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In the rhyming you're designing, I can see your shit climbing |
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To the bottom from the mid where it hid, bad timing? |
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What do you wanna know, I still gotta go |
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You're a tic out of tac but I'm busy getting doe |
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Move over just a bit for the sight taking flight |
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Still eager as the Beaver and I'm leading with my right |
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I'll coin one more then step, daggonit |
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Our dicks are the planet and where are you |
