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Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda |
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Do you love me Tre, do you really love me? |
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To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? |
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Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do |
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Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet |
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to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met |
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In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools |
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Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two |
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but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true |
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I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due |
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I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin |
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Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in |
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We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes |
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One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like |
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to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes |
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When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right |
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you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em |
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They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt |
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(Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse |
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Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse |
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Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose |
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I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce |
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the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag |
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Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag |
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Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth |
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Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G |
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with the dip that was down with me from the whole front |
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Now front me never too cool how-ever |
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I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter |
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Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter |
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(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta |
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skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water |
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Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring |
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Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing |
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I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse |
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If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse |
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*phone rings* |
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I mean nah, just |
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*phone rings* |
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(woman) I got it! *click* Hello? |
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Well this is the final chapter Hello? |
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of me, we're going to rack up Who is this? |
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in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house? |
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a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What? |
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Would you come along with me down Mike is that you? |
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the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this? |
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I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops |
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I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house |
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Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this |
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picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops |
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licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around |
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You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this? |
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Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What |
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I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you |
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You thought the day was going to be calling me? |
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DULL?? I'll make it very exciting |
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I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you |
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BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house? |
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off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here! |
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Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore |
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But I had to insist, I had to insist |
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Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! |
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Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops! |
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overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!! |
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Like this... ("like what like what like what") |
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(repeat 4X) |
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Yo, I'm Audi Geee |
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No doubts manufactured |
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No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies |
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No copies, okay |
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Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? |
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That's what it really is huh? |
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Is that what you want? What you talkin about? |
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What you talkin bout nigga? |
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Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.? |
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I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems |
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of the people in the L.A. |
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See the brothers needs some type of education |
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And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh |
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community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community |
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grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from |
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the tree if you don't water the grass |
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So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh |
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Like this... nanananananana, like this |
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You can get with this, or you can get with that |
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I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat |
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Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter* |
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Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going |
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keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere |
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c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second |
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Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should |
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*music stops* Oh, duhh! |
