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Intro |
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Sing the song, sing along with me |
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Sing the song, sing the song with me |
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Verse 1 |
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When I'm with you 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, [slurp], taste the shit |
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[Slurp], taste it again, I like it |
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[Rrr] I'm the original G-O-D |
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Making 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, I can't stop |
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Wu, gots ta like come on through |
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Soo, that's the call for the Wu |
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I 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 |
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Shit, that I make it's the skit |
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I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it |
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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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[laughter] Gimme dat |
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Verse 2 |
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Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town |
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And also representer of the 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 I'll bang ya |
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Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya |
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You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped |
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I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop |
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Chamber number 9, verse 32 |
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Only speaks about 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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This is chamber number 9, verse 32 |
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is what we call The Stomp |
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[Stomp] |
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The stomp is down [Stomp] |
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Get down for your crown [Stomp] |
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Stomp [Stomp] |
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[ODB] |
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Verse 3 |
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Brothas always playin with the microphone |
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When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] 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, I don't give a crippled crab crutch |
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[Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette |
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Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette |
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Straight up and down, I don't play around |
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Rhymin gets me paid madd 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 A, from the shelter |
