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Afros.... yeahhh |
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AFROS! Yeahhh |
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Brothers be out there doin crack... NOOOOOOO |
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They be doin dope... NOOOOOOO |
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They be gangbangin! NOOOOOOO |
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All them brothers need to just |
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pause |
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Yeah I'm with that |
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Here comes the Afros, and the forty ounce crew |
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Who say slowly but surely, we gonna turn the mother out |
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We got more, in store, young ladies on the floor, so cool out |
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pause |
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Intro, which means I start it |
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In other words, herbs departed |
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Pause, stop for the cause |
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Get up, get down, you get yours |
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Chill, no time to get ill |
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Word to herb -- yeah it's the will of God |
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So whassup Hobbes? |
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Just jock, clock, rock, and don't stop but |
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Pause |
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Pause, pause for the cause, get yours |
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But don't break laws |
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Quit, quit it, forget it |
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Pause, say your way with it |
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Pause, if you did it, admit it |
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Cause, you shouldn'ta did it |
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Next time, you think of doin a crime |
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Pause, and remember this rhyme |
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Pause for the cause, cause broken laws |
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Are just like broken jaws |
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They take a long time to heal |
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I'm for real, and I know the deal |
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Look it over, investigate |
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Evaluate, think! |
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Life is wrong, and full of flaws |
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Before you break laws just pause! |
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I think that worked man |
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Pause |
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Yeah pause, this beat is dope D |
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I'm tellin you, this beat is dope, just slammin, it's dope |
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Well if it's dope, I hope it's not crack |
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or coke, or nuttin like somethin you EVER smoke |
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And if they offer you some say NO |
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or pause |
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The reason I wrote this rhyme, is not to climb |
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But just to tell all mankind |
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That the use and abuse of drugs -- will what? |
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Will, blow, your, mind |
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Like dough makes bread, it goes straight to your head |
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You're misled and then you're dead |
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Now that's not fly, when you die |
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On a high |
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Like a trip, oooh, you make me sick |
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Ill, lookin like doo doo on a stick |
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You don't have to be a vic |
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Life is like a flick, so pause |
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Pause, p-pause, pause, p-p-pause |
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Alright y'all, now that you understand |
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My man Run never ran |
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I'm gonna take this mic yo my hand |
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And hand this to the one man band |
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Now pause, now pause |
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I'm Jay, I make up the trey |
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Now check out the dance that I display |
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It's called the pause |
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A new thing, on the dancefloor |
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First you move, then you stop |
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Combine the hustle, foxtrot, pop and lock |
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Put em all together why because |
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It's called the pause |
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Slammin, the dance is slammin |
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Pause, the people are jammin |
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Stop again, back to the groove |
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I show you how to move |
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pause |
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It's simple, just like stop and go |
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You can pause on the fast or slow |
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Participate, won't you all get down |
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Here's a solo from my homeboy Stanley Brown |
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Ahh yeah, I like this R&B shit... |
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Pause, pause, one more time! |
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Yeah, do that, do that... |
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Now pause! |