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Yo yo, School, cuzin', what's up man? What's up with the record business? |
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Man, I think I'ma have to beat somebody up, man, they always be bitin' my shit man, y'know, man, just bitin', man |
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Man, I told you how them niggas are man, they ain't nothin' but squares |
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Oh, that's what they is |
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Yo Schoolly, what time is it? |
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Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time |
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For MC Schoolly D to start hummin' a rhyme, |
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I heard you was out there writin' my lines, |
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And if I catcha boy, yo' ass is mine |
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You always in my face sayin' "Schoolly School, man |
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How the fuck didja get so cool, man, |
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Never ever seen you play no fool" |
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Cuz I use that microphone like a plumber use a tool |
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1, 2, 1, 2, 3, and (x2) |
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MC Schoolly D, and I'm |
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I've never had a party that I cannot rock |
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And every baby girl thinks she's gettin' the world, |
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I've never made a tune that wasn't too cool |
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Never been stopped next to T O P |
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For him to try to fuck with MC Schoolly D |
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2 Dolla bitches on my kitches |
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Suckah MC's taken out with the dishes |
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Rhymes so delicious, raps so vicious |
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Buy me a wife to do my dishes |
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I keep ya in stitches |
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Ya hangin in kitches |
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No itch, no ash, no crust, no bitches |
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I eat sandwiches |
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My best brand bitches, |
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Based on that, not based |
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Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time |
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For MC Schoolly D to start hummin' a rhyme, |
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I heard you was out there writin' my lines, |
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And if I catcha boy, yo' ass is mine |
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You always in my face sayin' "Schoolly School, man |
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How the fuck didja get so cool, man, |
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Never ever seen you play no fool" |
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Cuz I use that microphone like a plumber use a tool |
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1, 2, 1, 2, 3, and |
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F-D-C K-I-N-G |
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Guitars and the J's tossin' in a tree |
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Adam and Eve, Birds and the bees, |
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Everybody do it but the suckah MC's |
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Rockson did it, in UGFO |
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About a sucka nigga down callin' a ho |
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I say baby doll, can ya meet me in the black? |
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We do it from the front, and we do it from the back |
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But don't, don't do it, cuz niggas are sly, |
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They ain't got no job, they be down with the mob |
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And the only thing you'll doin' |
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But the only thing you'll get is burn, baby burn |
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Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time |
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For MC Schoolly D to start hummin' a rhyme, |
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I heard you was out there writin' my lines, |
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And if I catcha boy, yo' ass is mine |
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You always in my face sayin' "Schoolly School, man |
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How the fuck didja get so cool, man, |
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Never ever seen you play no fool" |
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Cuz I use that microphone like a plumber use a tool |
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1, 2, 1, 2, 3, and |
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Baa baa black sheep was a little whore, |
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Can't run hack cuz she gave herself some more, |
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Give her a dollar, to make her scream and holler |
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Put my head under the bar and she made me wanna call |
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Reachin' in my pocket, and pulled out my gun, |
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Shot her pimp in the head, motherfuckah fell dead, |
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But now she's in jail in a ten year bed, |
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(Scratching: That's- That's- That's- That's Fresh! ) |
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Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time |
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For MC Schoolly D to start hummin' a rhyme, |
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I heard you was out there writin' my lines, |
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And if I catcha boy, yo' ass is mine |
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You always in my face sayin' "Schoolly School, man |
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How the fuck didja get so cool, man, |
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Never ever seen you play no fool" |
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Cuz I use that microphone like a plumber use a tool |
