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*That's right y'all* |
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*Aladdin* *'s on the cut* |
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*If you wanna come and battle* |
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*Get some* |
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*So yo, go for what you know* |
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*It go a little somethin like this* |
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Mic check, now in effect, suckers still comin short |
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That's why I'm callin order in the court |
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It looks like a lotta suckers gotta learn the hard way |
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It doesn't pay when you tamper with my deejay |
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Back and forth, up and down on the *cut* |
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Aladdin's in the house, so yo, move your butt and strut |
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Turn up what I call Aladdin's On A Rampage |
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Dim the lights, roll the carpet on the stage |
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My man, now I can talk about him all night long |
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Yo yo *but at this time I introduce* |
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*My homeboy* *so* *get ill* *yeah* |
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*Hey yo, Aladdin* |
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*Hah?* |
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*Get retarded* |
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Turn up the radio, punk, grab a pen, take notes |
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I'm not one to brag, but this here's dope |
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Straight from the W, boy, step back |
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Because I *got the master of a disco scratch* |
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Aladdin, he's on a rampage for days |
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The last sucker played brave, winded up gettin slayed |
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Dissed to the rhythm, like somethin hit him |
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He's like venom, that's why you suckers can't get with him |
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My man pointure punks like dried-out snails |
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Yo yo, Aladdin how hard are you? *Hard as hell* |
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Homebody, now how you feel about punks on your jock? |
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*The way I feel now I just got to rock* |
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*Aladdin rocks the house* it ain't a mystery |
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That everything *has got to be funky* |
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Yeah, up and down and all around the crossfader |
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Hands start to bleed as if the table was a grader |
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Without hesitation, here's a tastin demonstration |
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How we got a standin ovation |
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Straight from Low Pro, he's ready to attack |
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Yo yo, Aladdin, hit em with a *funky scratch* |
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*1-2-3 |
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3-2-1* |
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Yo yo, Aladdin |
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I wanna know, man |
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What would you do to cut these suckers up? |
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Aladdin's in the house cold rippin it up |
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*Sure enough you move your butt when you hear him cut* |
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He's on a rampage, brace yourself and get stable |
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For the *king of the cuts on two turntables* |
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*Suckers* how can you hang upon stage |
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When your deejay cuts like he's out the yellow page |
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When he scratch on a record, when the crowd to applaud |
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With a posse on your cover, so you can look hard |
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Punks, you're lookin pitiful, Aladdin is original |
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East Coast, West Coast, Compton, South Central |
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It doesn't matter, Aladdin's on the cut |
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And the Doub is on his side to make you move your butt |
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Aladdin, show em somethin new for those who don't know ya |
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*You want a fresh style, let me show ya* |
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What can I say but Aladdin breaks iller than ill |
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Yo, he's a top-rank chief *on the wheels of steel* |
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Seems everywhere we go, Aladdin's rippin it up |
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You know what *when he cuts, girls move their butts* |
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Aladdin, I'ma let you go solo, bro, so do your show |
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What it means to be down with Low Pro |
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Yo, gimme somethin funky, somethin bout to sell |
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To show these party people what happens when you *rock the bells* |
