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Skoob and dray giving shoutouts* |
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Chorus： |
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Well give a buck-buck (here) |
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And a buck-buck (there) |
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From the front to the (rear) |
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Throw your hands (in the air) |
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*repeat x3* |
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Verse 1: skoob |
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Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah) |
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So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum |
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Now i'm stronger and i'm faster, thicker than your pasta |
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I got more styles than most mc's can master |
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I'm (what?) d-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless |
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Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas |
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Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the ************t, it |
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And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits |
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In my (beeper), cos we're throwin ******s in the (sleeper) |
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I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper) |
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Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday |
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It's better, we're sayin ************t that other ******s never say (kid) |
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Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip) |
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I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip (whip) |
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You see i walk with a (bop bop), i talk with the (slop slop) |
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Man, you like six bull ****** in a slot (slot slot) |
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It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor ************t |
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Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw ************t |
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For ************t, now dice bring it back on the seal |
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Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah) |
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Chrous: |
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So get the buck-buck (here) |
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And the buck-buck (there) |
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From the front to the (rear) |
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Throw your hands in the (air air) |
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With a buck-buck (here here) |
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And a buck-buck (buck here) |
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From the front to the (rear) |
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Throw your hands (in the air) |
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With a buck-buck (here) |
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And a buck-buck (there there) |
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From the front to the (yeah rear) |
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Throw your hands (in the air) |
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With a buck-buck (here here) |
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And a buck-buck (there there give em) |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah) |
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Verse 2: dray |
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Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my ************ (************) |
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You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to ****** venus |
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Boy, i mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny) |
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I'm sleepin on ya raps, i'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy |
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Wit that weak ************t, i freak ************t like i'm suppose ta (yeah) |
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Try to test my skills, word is bond (mother******), i'm gonna roast ya |
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(yeah) |
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I do this, they be like "who dis?" (who dis?), i break the answer (answer) |
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Krazy ****** drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer) |
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So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow |
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******s on my jive (why?) because i rock like a camaro |
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Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow) |
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Some ******s wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) |
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How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly) |
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Tell y'all ******s now there ain't a mother****** like me! |
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(ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck ************t (yeah) |
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Check ************t, i be on some new improved (neck ************t) |
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I flex ************t, that's the way i flip it on a angle |
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You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled |
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Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers |
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If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo) |
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Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!) |
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I'm risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me) |
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And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my ****** choose me) |
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Chorus: |
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So give a buck-buck |
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And a buck-buck there |
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From the front to the (rear) |
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Throw your hands (in the air) |
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With a buck-buck (here) |
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And a buck-buck (there) |
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From the front to the (rear) |
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Throw your hands in the air |
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*repeat to fade* |