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BOOGIE DOWN |
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Verse 1 |
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( Joe Flizzow ) |
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aiyo here goes the phatso wit' mad flows |
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turn you into wackos at packed shows |
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macho, afro playin' in retro |
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Joe keep it ghetto in the metro |
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( Mallique ) |
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now scooch,scooch and make way for the shorty |
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hoochie koochies wanna smooch me at parties |
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I'm just a plain ol' rapper ain't no bawla |
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but still I'm gettin' hollers from gurlies as hot as Paula |
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Too Phat at first you thought we phony wrestlers |
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but now you know that ain't no other rapper specialer |
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the word phat suddenly a phenomenon |
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kids buyin' Whutthadily? tapes for they dads and moms |
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the kinda role model wannabe's wanna see |
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I'm gettin' love from those who usta make fun of me |
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to all the haters yeah I know you can hear me now |
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even sick and paralyzed critics can feel me now |
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( Joe ) |
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now throw your hands up like you havin' pom poms |
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and if you think youre sexy shake you bon bons |
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and keep on bump and grinding to the song |
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'til your skirt fall off and everybody see your thong thongs |
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Verse 2 |
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( Malique ) |
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again up in your area, phatter and harrier |
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another bomb album means another mass hysteria |
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if you dont like me, see I dont give a heck and a half |
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heck and half 4x |
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( Joe ) |
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again its Big Willy, ticklin' your belly |
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silly lie a kid now don't call me billy |
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whuthadilly yo? late night up in the studio |
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clutch my pillow, puff on my cigarillo |
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( Malique ) |
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ay Jiggedy Jizzoe with the Flizzow, go grab a cappuchino |
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lock flows, clock dough, rock shows all over the nation |
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slip a paper and my station-nery, naw man skip the dictionary |
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vocabulary straight outta Maliquetionary |
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you see me smilin' spittin' rhymes so revolutionary |
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Too Phat, the strongest, the couldn't handle us |
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your gurl wants me now you calling me scandalous? |
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envious, emcees ain't never heard of us |
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but now they hear my voice and gettin nervous |
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( Joe ) |
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from Joanne to Jane, Renee to pretty Isha |
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when I'm gone with the wind they say baby I missyaa |
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Verse 3 |
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( Malique ) |
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aiyoh alotta critics are makin me sick, sick |
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sayin' its only narcissism and chicks chicks |
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it's too bad your mom and auntie think I'm handsome |
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I'm sorry litle man. I held your gurlies eyes for ransom |
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( Joe ) |
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everybody in the place yo you gotta boggie down |
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all the playaz packin' game, clockin' dames to the sound |
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all them fly lookin' skirts yo you gotta boggie too |
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peace, one love and may the boggie be with you... |
