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Yo man you here dat you here dat shit man |
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Like what the fuck is this |
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Hey look at this what kinda luck is this |
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Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my niggaz |
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Only haters holler they can't feel us |
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Wanna get looser then we? |
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But just gonna be a looser to me and Dilla |
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Killa, Talkin' bout how you kill cops, you softer then a pillow |
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Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep? |
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'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec? |
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Anyway I'm straight high off the trees |
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Your girl don't wanna lie she's gonna get on a niggaz dick turn it up |
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Y'all niggaz must be outta head if ya sister made it up to the bed |
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Yo what was that you said right there what was that? |
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Mr. Leadway, instant replay, instant relay |
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Instant MC, Producer, and DJ |
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I do this shit without a cell beeper or three way |
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Your coming off like like a G-lay? |
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Anyway ay, peace to A.G. |
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Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Sage |
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Oh that nigga wildlight, wildlife, hannibal, cannibals |
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What what else? Um, male fascists, womanizers |
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Nymphos, niggaz in disguises |
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Ah what else? Fine women that like pretty women |
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Some fuck women, some fuck woman, mostly fuckin' women |
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Y'all niggaz must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed |
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Uh, get ready, let's go |
