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".. doesn't sound good to me" |
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[Pudgee] |
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Mother************* the bull*************t! Hello, heidi ho, where's my intro |
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To this show, and you know the *************t is **** |
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I'm all that, no, your mind ain't playin tricks |
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But I think you suck like a (whore) does to *************s |
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Talk good game, but you ain't no lover |
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Last you ************* you had is when you slid out your mother |
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You know I was hep to the *************t from the get-go |
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Come off like the clothes of a ho in a strip, show |
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My oh my god DAMN I'm proud to say |
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Or like they say that every dog gotta have his day |
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Rest assured when the day arrives on this child |
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I'm kickin the gravy style, never the corny style |
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Nuff respect is what I'm gettin, give it to me |
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Even if you're part of BBD you couldn't "Do Me" |
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I play Marvin Gaye, "What's Goin' On?" "Let's Get it On" |
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Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on |
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[Chorus] |
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C'mon mother******s c'mon (aww yeah!) |
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C'mon mother******s c'mon (here we go) |
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C'mon mother******s c'mon (keep it up!) |
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C'mon mother******s c'mon (here we go) |
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[Pudgee] |
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Here comes the wickedest, with the wickedest style I'll be kickin it |
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I wear a size eleven you can guess where I'll be stickin it |
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Think with the heart, everything is all me |
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*************ttin on *************z as if they was Tawana Brawley |
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Who cares whether superstar or small name |
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Tramplin comp like a City College ball game |
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Scamp, get the upper hand, I'll be with it |
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Drivin 'em right off the edge like in Chappaquid************* |
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Without a second for thought, what I got to lose? |
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They'll find you deep in a river wearin cement shoes |
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Anyone gets out of hand I get drastic |
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How the ************* you wanna leave - a basket or casket? |
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************* the fact that they say I ain't - *************t |
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Plus the fact that, they're really on my ************* |
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I play Marvin Gaye, "What's Goin' On?" "Let's Get it On" |
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Cause everything is over when the Phat Bastard goes on |
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[Chorus] |
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[Pudgee] |
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If you ever feel that you're better then tell me |
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Come with the facts or get taxed just like Leona Helmsley |
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You mother******s should retire |
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There's nobody flyer, I set yo' ass on fire like Richard Pryor |
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No flaws, causin drama |
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And any-a test I'm sure to cut you up just like Jeffrey Dahmer |
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I won't be frontin I can't sing that's not my thing |
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************* with me I'll beat yo' ass like Rodney King |
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I'm pullin tricks on the slick, *************t |
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I'm beatin *************z on the daily routine like you beat your ************* |
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Everywhere I'm seein smiles; you're lovin me now |
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'til things slow down and then you're on a different style |
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I don't know you we never hung out |
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But once I get paid up again you'll be actin like you're strung out |
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And bein life is a gamble, bet |
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I'ma be tellin yo' ass goodbye like Tevin Campbell |
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[Chorus x2.25] |
