| Can’t believe you motherfuckers didn’t think of this before
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| Make bitches spaz like the Plasmatics, watch this
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| Better get the best shit you wrote that makes 'em go wild
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| Shit a bitch’ll put up in a AOL Profile
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| Download it, burn it and ship it to Kansas
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| To a cousin that’ll pump it on a college campus
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| Play it at dances and translate it to Spanish
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| So foreign exchange motherfuckers’ll understand this
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| Shit that’ll make a chick send you her panties
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| Or fight with her family like, «you don’t understand me»
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| Raps that’ll change the existence of earth
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| From infant to birth if mom heard the verse
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| Like «what», didn’t understand it at first
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| So she reversed and played it until it made her brain burst
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| That’s how it works, gotta love it 'till it hurts
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| Love it 'till I easily ease off skirts
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| Ease on your knees and I’ll skeet on your shirt
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| Freeze on the floor now back to work
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| Go (back and forth)
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| From here to the floor
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| Till your bodies spasm and your feet is sore
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| Go (back and forth)
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| From here to the store
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| Use a box of Magnums now you need some more
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| Go (back and forth)
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| On top, make her rock, make her pop
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| Make it roll, make her stop 'fore you blow it then
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| Go (back and forth)
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| From here to the bar
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| From near or far
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| When you hear it in your car go
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| Hey what’s up Beatrice
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| I see you standin' there with your little Coach bag
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| Tiffany’s bracelet trying to look all pretty
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| That’s like 250 dollars total
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| That’s two pairs of sneakers for me
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| Fuck outta here
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| (I'm gonna fight 'em all,) (not hold me back)
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| (Fight'em all), (no hold me back)
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| (Fight'em all), (no hold me back)
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| What you gonna do Ap?
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| (Fight'em all), (no hold me back)
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| Yeah nope, don’t calm down yet
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| It’s not time yet
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| Hold me back, fuck that, I’ma fight 'em all
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| If you can’t find 'em, later swing by the morgue
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| Since nobody knows how to rock a mic no more
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| I’ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars
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| I ain’t tryin' to tell nobody how to fight your wars
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| But fuck weapons son, I throw hooks like Jabar
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| I don’t like any of y’all
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| And any of all, wouldn’t give a fuck if my bank had a penny or more
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| Come through your crib smellin' like the scent of your whore
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| Give you dap with the same hand that was pettin' your whore
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| I admit it, I’m a sinner, broke plenty of laws
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| And never got scratched but I broke plenty of jaws
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| Listen, I’m hungry, I’m amped, I’m ready, I’m souped
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| Been broke too damn long son, I’m ready for loot
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| Once I’m more known no artist will never recoup
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| And I’ma spit the flow 'till I own every coupe
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| Go (back and forth), weed spot to the coke spot
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| Bring a fiend with you just to make sure the coke’s hot
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| (Back and forth)
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| If she wit' you now she mine
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| Lover boy you should’ve never ever bought that half of wine
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| (Back and forth)
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| Lotta hoes on my dick, due to dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit
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| (Back and forth)
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| Re-up, get that money, man
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| We about to change the game, Lop ain’t nothin' funny man
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| Yeah, Emilio y’all can call me Mr. Lopez
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| Your girl already does
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| Change the record motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold Us Back (feat. Emilio Lopez) , by - Apathy. Song from the album Where's Your Album?!!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп