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This is the part where I'm supposed to go |
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Big up myself and do my promo |
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While I, spittin' lines, I make the peace sign |
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Sayin', "Y'all how ya doin', y'all? Feelin' fine!" |
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NO, I ain't gonna do that shit! |
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Back-biting bitchiness, one-up-manship |
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Above in the helicopters they sit the haters like flies round a fresh pile of shit |
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They all think I'm fly, but I think they're shit |
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I could sell records just by touchin my clit |
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On the cover of my album while takin a shit |
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I'll sell even more if I keep using the word "shit"! |
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Who's more underground, who's more down? |
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Who's the original , original clown? |
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Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring-ring? |
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Who's more ghetto kid, who's been crowned? |
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Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds? |
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Who's that other one who really can't sing, shouting, "Keep it real" while you shake a ting-ting? |
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This is the part where I'm supposed to go |
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I'm sorry I left, I didn't even let you know! |
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I could instead start to get into the flow |
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And like many others, give Great Britain a blow |
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Saturday night in England, on the telly, ****ing Cilla |
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She's so old, she's still there, can't believe that no one killed her |
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Drive-by shootings happenin every single day, |
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But British dinosaurs like her, I guess they're here to stay |
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Forever, forever, forever, forever |
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Who's more underground, who's more down? |
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Who's the original , original clown? |
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Who's your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes ring-ring? |
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Who's more ghetto kid, who's been crowned? |
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Who's got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds? |
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Who's that other one who really can't sing, shouting, "Keep it real" while you shake a ting-ting? |
