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Check it out |
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Ahh yeah |
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Back again with anotha hit, smash |
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Pete rock and cl smooth |
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We got the groove for you |
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So go call your crew |
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And let em know we in the house |
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Cl hit em off with the verses |
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[cl smooth] |
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Never judge a book by the cover; discover the soul brother |
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With the mecca don, workin brunette to blonde |
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How many edison con when i respond in full black |
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With us havin the vernon villians back to back |
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Amazing grace when i face the great paperchase |
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For real it's long overdue, so i don't wanna talk to you |
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I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted |
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Every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted |
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I'm livin through my son so daddy see it this way |
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I want him in the nfl, his brother in the nba |
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No doubt i with a 'piece, down in mecca, all crazy |
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To the lady, none of this is make-believe |
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I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century |
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Battle physically, conquer mentally |
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Essentially, you're dealing with a mecca affair |
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So anywhere you wanna go, y'know, i'll take you there |
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Chorus: unknown singer(s) |
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C.. l.. whatcha gonna do |
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You.. know.. you can make me boo |
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Ohh-ver.. and ohh-ver again |
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Come on, and take me there |
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[cl smooth] |
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Control now so in the future see me callin the shots |
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From larger plots to cash to mini-bikes and open mics |
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I'm blowin up spots for knots in the millenium years |
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And now i drop it on my peers, brings tears and fears |
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And now the question manifest in my only |
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My soldiers wear versace or the army fatigue |
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That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal |
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Of gods, pimps to players and layers of decepticons |
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My whole mindstate gravitate to weapon |
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Makin people in the business get a misconception |
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It ain't hard to the core, it ain't sex on the beach |
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It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach |
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Emphatic with non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided |
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Try to gas me like hitler once we get divided |
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No question, you're dealing with a mecca affair |
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So anywhere you wanna go, i'll take you there |
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Chorus |
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[cl smooth] |
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Set it so i can make em all respect my fame |
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When brothers try to count all my chips in the game |
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Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay |
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The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away |
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Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows |
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On the planet, another east coast track rose, god damnit |
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My theme, to mainstream's the knocker |
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Only time i get right as block is when my lucci's on lock |
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Pretty much i'm comin through in the clutch see |
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My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel |
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Or is it just my style of hustle makin a mark |
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To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than jurassic park |
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It was dark, when i brought it to the light, despite |
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My staff's got me takin nothin but champagne baths |
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Now the aftermath's dealin with a mecca affair |
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So anywhere you wanna go, i'll take you there |
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Chorus |
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[singer] |
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Just come on |
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Take me right where i wanna be |
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Come on |
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Come on to you and me |
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Come on |
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Oahahahohhahhh |
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[pete rock] |
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Keep doin it baby |
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Check it out, bust it |
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Chorus 2x (second time with music, to fade) |
