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So, so, so just sit back and max and relax. |
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Off the tracks that I kick come on and give it up cause |
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I get funky like diaper rash and |
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You know I'm mad spunky and I'm makin' cash |
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I've got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets |
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To all you porn peepers who are trying to peep this |
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I'm like Al Goldstein I'm all about screwin' |
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Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing |
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Like gettin' shot out the barrel of a wave |
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Like a virgin POW on the peaks of A.K. |
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Like a sound that goes the depths of the soul |
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That's the feelin' that I make my goal |
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Uh |
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Check it out |
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A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my grape Ape |
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'I feel like a winner when I make a mix tape |
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Cause, I get ill when I'm on the pause button |
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And I get my fill and now you can't say nothin' |
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More soul on this train than Don Cornelious |
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I got the mad subwoofer pumpin' bass for your anus |
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Just gettin' on the mic at the monthly function |
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Wires hittin' switches connectin' at the junction |
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Pearlman's got beats and it ain't no secret |
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Dante found his shit and you know he freaked it |
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And so the story goes on and on |
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Down in S.D. 50 till early mornin' |
