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I kick out the jams and tell you who I am |
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I said I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCan |
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And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam |
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You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan |
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Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way |
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We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay |
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'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand |
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I'm changing my middle name to first Trem |
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I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite |
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I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be |
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You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke |
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I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth |
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taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery |
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I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery |
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Produce organic from my own yard |
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Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard |
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Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb |
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Waking up my long joint, ready to get some |
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Looking at my board and my old boots |
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Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth |
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And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt |
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I give a shout out so where you at |
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But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya |
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Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya |
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Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out |
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I need some inspiration so get the best out |
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Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line |
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Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time |
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Good vibes flowing all around |
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Not a worry in mind as the friends around |
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A shout out to Linda riding pow forever |
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Well the Bird is the word and you're as light as a feather |
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Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care |
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and I'm waking old ladies out their underwear |
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I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties |
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I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy |
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I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy |
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Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy" |
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I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island" |
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I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin' |
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The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot |
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or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce |
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'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff |
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When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff |
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Down with Bubble Gum and Ninth Creation |
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Get down we've got the sound sensation |
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Kid Fresh is back from the 80's |
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And we're doing it for the ladies |
