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Chorus: Party Arty |
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Check it out huh, this is how it's going down |
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From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x) |
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Verse 1: A.G. |
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It's time to hit ya, let the melody split ya |
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Poems is deadly, Holmes better get the picture |
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See these vibes are visible |
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Fiends see it in the mental, chicks dig it in the physical |
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We had to lounge, now I'm furious |
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Fake hip-hoppers, can they do it in '95? I'm curious |
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Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness |
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Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches |
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Don't compare me when you hear me |
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I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly |
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Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question |
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Is how now this is your profession |
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I'm charged off the lye |
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How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high |
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Taking loot like bakers and produce pages |
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And styles go for Miles, like Davis |
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My potential, with Show's instrumental |
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Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you |
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In the mental, who's that abusing rap? |
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Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black |
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And these tracks are incredible |
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S-H-O to the W, true to our revenue |
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That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless |
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Time to get down with the boogie |
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Chorus x2 |
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Verse 2: A.G. |
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I got a mind like Minolta |
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Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta |
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I want cheese like ziti |
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You'll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me |
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I jam, sucker, like the God in all the ruckus |
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Over tracks (Your girl probably claps) Then I stuck her |
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No front, all I want is to be happy |
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Probably like Mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy |
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Don't lift weights, let the hands be dictate |
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The Giant is great from back then to this date |
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I take the cake and I bounce with the whole weight |
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A weapon, stepping straight from Section 8 |
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If it's me then you might not wait |
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If you fake the moves, then it's your tools I'm a take |
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I want to see you stop me to those that knock me |
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Amazing with blazing talents like Rodney |
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Strict with the voodoo, peace to Chaka Zulu |
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In the clutch, I can't be touched, they must be noodles |
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Too many skills for you to try and doubt |
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Put your money where your mouth, I'm a make you wear your mouth |
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I've had it, time to get bruised and battered |
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I'm like Earvin Orsette, cause I'm great with that black magic |
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It's nothing when my man's on production |
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I reign (You catch a blow to your brain) percussion |
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Rap savior, the more the major |
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Bring 'em all on, and they'll get shitted on with flavor |
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Reality is what it's all about |
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So when you hear the vibes of Show & A, check it out |
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Chorus x2 |
