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WATCH OUT! [Speaking Spanish] |
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WATCH OUT! [Speaking Spanish] |
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WATCH OUT! [Speaking Spanish] [Verse 1] |
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Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild |
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Hit you with a spell whether |
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Jew or gen-tile |
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When you enterin' the realm |
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You find me at the helm |
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Still standin' like abandoned buildings |
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In the southern part of |
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BX, can old school it like a |
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T-Rex Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts |
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Deep like |
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Barry White's throat box |
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I bet you those cops mix |
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Double high tower my power grants me the chicks |
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The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar |
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You wanna see it no matter who you are |
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Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that |
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Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball |
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Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex |
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Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft |
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Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty |
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New Yor, New |
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York yeah we bigger than the buildings |
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Do it for the love of the art and the childrens |
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And throw paper machet inside of ya models |
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See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive |
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Allergic to ya sperm broke hives |
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Concerned about ya life when ya down eight lives |
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Top of the night |
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I'm up in queens like ah yeah [Repeat 1] [Verse 2] |
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Introducin' introducin' to you |
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Dave Batter on deck, carded every time |
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I set foot in the joint |
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Cabaret artist |
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I'll two piece ya tray |
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If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent |
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Touch her till her back indents |
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Wrap it extra strength |
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Run a lap on her calculatin' the length |
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Holdin' mics tighter than hymens |
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Old school it like |
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Holly-Hobby, |
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Head-to-Head, |
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Easy Bake |
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Oven Strong |
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Jerome lovin' man |
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I hit the pack |
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Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties |
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Bill Bixby green, |
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A** money |
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Got my pockets lookin' like |
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I'm rockin' |
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Popeye jeans |
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Classic like |
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Reuben and |
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Rah One ***** under the groove we shootin' for that |
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Parliament high |
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Plus bigger than the fourth of |
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July Take the back seat drive out |
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Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post |
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Sinin' above all who are y'all to boast |
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Stayed calm and all came to me to host |
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My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps |
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It's gettin' filled moms jack penny |
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It used to be unknown around the way |
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Now my bix became a bouqet |
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Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a |
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Senate Been a minute since ya heard the souls |
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So the soul gon' cost ya three |
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All ya people wanna front like the soul don't hold control |
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But it don't mean *****t to me |
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Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed |
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Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists |
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We run the interference throughout the game clout |
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Can't be denied the bout for the title |
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Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol |
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Bring it back to the draw |
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Ghosts of grand wiz |
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Theodore Played dirty with ever since played on the floor |
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Stop verbal assaults just in case a war break out |
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Steal vaults bigger than giraffes |
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But they still got a lot for me |
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Heard em' say alot of ***** with the underground |
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They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money |
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Stupid |
