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Ah yeah |
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It's the fat joint right here |
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Here we... |
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This joint right here is dedicated to |
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Well, i'm not malicious |
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But all those whose words vicious |
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Talkin behind the back |
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This ******t is wack |
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Here we go |
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck) |
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Walk like a duck (walk like a duck) |
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck) |
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Say what? (like a mutha****** duck!) |
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck) |
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Walk like a duck (walk like a duck) |
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck) |
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Yo jorge, how do ducks walk? |
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Check it |
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[ verse 1 ] |
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Kurious was never one for ring around |
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The rosie, not josey, but i mosey on down |
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To a meadow where the flowers stay wilted |
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So what i ain't hit as many skins as wilt the stilt did |
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It's like that, never labelled a wack |
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And yo, they choose behind my back to do the duckville quack |
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My style is cool, sweet like a ??? |
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But still (what?) you gossip like a ****** |
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Mental stimulation when i'm rollin with the rat pack |
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If you're frontin rock, get the doodoo out your knap sack |
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The fat track provided by the beat' got you goin |
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'nuts kickin butts, underneath be when i'm flowin |
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I'm knowin, you frontin-ass ducks is gettin smeared |
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My crew rolls thick like a hillbilly's beard |
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Constipated monkeys gettin to the point quick |
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Like my man apache said: yo, get off (my ******!) |
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[ verse 2 ] |
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It's like that and - ah |
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Didn't go to georgia, took the train to alabama |
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On the midnight tip like gladys knight and the pips |
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My sole intention bein to move the marrow in your hips |
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Family confusion's what motivates the rhymer |
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Got an aunt named tom, uncle named jemima |
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Kurious jorge on the welfare line |
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Plus american airline never prepared mine |
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Ears for the poppin, hands for the clappin |
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If i sense turbulence, commence to see the captain |
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Two strikes, your motion got a notion of funk |
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I must prescribe a mint (why?) cause your breath stunk |
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(ill) i paid the bills, sent a check to my mama |
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If you try to wreck my mind, there's mad drama |
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I'ma deliver one worm for the hawk |
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Eliminatin quacks on the duck walk |
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[ verse 3 ] |
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I drop limes like you drop mescaline |
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Tabs on my tongue as i swung from the swing |
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And came up with that thing they call 'walk like a duck' |
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Quite frankly don't give a ****** |
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Mama raised me humble, so i never ever label |
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Myself as the best, cause some of the rest got more flavor |
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But that's okay, beyond a shadow of a doubt |
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I got skills, i ain't conceited, but still might take you out |
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Half puertorican, half cuban, not fidel |
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Castro, like an astro you know i excel |
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Time to sell mad units, scratchin on my pubics |
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Complicate confusion like a ?nick kubrick? on a rubik |
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Who kicks the bubbles that allow the truth to surface? |
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I never will delete, so i don't defeat the purpose |
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Slapshot the gift like a hockey puck |
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Ha-ha, you ****** duck |
