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Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris |
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You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would think I'm from Paris |
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You know I get fly, you think I get high |
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You know that I'm gone and I'm 'a tell you all why |
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So tell me-who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' |
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The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen |
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In my head I just wanna take 'em down |
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Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down |
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Let it flow like a mudslide |
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When I get on I like to ride and glide |
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I got depth of perception in my text y'all |
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I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all |
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So whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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I get so funny with with the money that ya flaunt |
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I said where'd you get your information from huh? |
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You think that you can front when revelation comes? |
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*Yeah, you can't front on that* |
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Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man |
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I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician |
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You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala |
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But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar |
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Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' |
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Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' |
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Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall |
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Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call |
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Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride |
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With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by |
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Believe me what you see is what you get |
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And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet |
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Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time |
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This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said |
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I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time |
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I'm losin' my mind |
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*Yeah, you can't front on that* |
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But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about |
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I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about |
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But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise |
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I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize |
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Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all |
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I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall |
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I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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(whatcha want) |
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I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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(whatcha want) |
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You suckers write me checks and then they bounce |
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So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount |
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See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner |
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I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena |
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I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce |
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You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause |
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Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease |
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I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech |
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*Yeah, you can't front on that* |
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So whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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(whatcha want) |
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So whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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(So whatcha want) |
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So whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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(whatcha want) |
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So whatcha whatcha whatcha want |
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(So whatcha want) |