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{I'll be next shit |
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Party we will party along with me} |
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Sing the song, sing the song with me |
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Sing the song, sing the song with me |
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B-b-baby, tell me why, tell me so |
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I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low |
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So I go low taste the shit |
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Taste it again, |
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I like itI'm the original |
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G O DMaking young ladies scream's my specialty |
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When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype |
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From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped |
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When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow |
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Not sayin' ason, duck duck disco |
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Or disco duck, strictly hip hop |
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Baby, baby, |
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I can't stop |
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Wu, gots ta like come on through |
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So, that's the call for the |
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WuI came here to rectify |
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Brooklyn zoo, terrify |
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Why niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap |
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Man fuck that, shit that |
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I make it's the skit |
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I wanna see ya hands in the air can ya dig it, let's sing the song |
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Come on party people all in together now sing along |
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Have you ever, ever, ever |
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In your long legged life |
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Had a bald headed bitch |
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For your bald headed wife{ |
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Gimme dat} |
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Who's the baddest motherfucka in the |
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Brooklyn town |
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And also representer of the |
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Wu Tang sound |
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If you wanna get up and get fucked up |
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Last nigga got up and got shot up |
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But you's a gangsta, on the boards |
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I'll bang ya |
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Mess with the |
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Wu Tanger, |
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I'll bang ya |
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You'll get shanked and spanked and alley ooped |
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I admire true niggas like |
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Dre and Snoop |
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Chamber number 9, verse 32 |
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Only speaks about |
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Brooklyn zoo |
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That a true nigga shall come through |
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No one is available to be compatible |
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Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32is what we call |
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The Stomp(Stomp) |
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The stomp is down(Stomp) |
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Get down for your crown(Stomp) |
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The stomp is down(Stomp) |
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Crown(Stomp, go, go) |
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StompBrothas always playin' with the microphone |
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When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone |
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You couldn't touch, this style is too much |
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It's the rhymer, |
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I don't give a crippled crab crutch |
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Any nigga or niggerette |
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Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette |
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Straight up and down, |
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I get dirty to the ground |
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Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound |
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Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all |
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Go by the name big |
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A, from the shelter |
