| I’m just hangin out…
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| I’m just hangin out…
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| I’m mainly known for the rough raps
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| but kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps
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| And eat em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats
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| HEY, and I get busy over unknown traps
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| While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay
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| I’m skilled in the field, so slide to the side
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| I make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shuteye
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| While he’s havin hard times writin rhymes
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| So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines
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| Which is the reason why I like to hang out and
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| hustle with my friends, to get away from pens
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| And copiers, so I’m Corona bound
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| To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what’s goin down
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| And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town
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| He’s a clown
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| Other than that I’m with Joe, and Burgles
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| Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for kicks
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| Jump in the Wagoner we’re outta here without an idea where
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| But usually we wind up there
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| I go over K-Cut's block cause raw cuts is what he blends
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| Check it, and I like to hang out, and hustle with my friends…
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| Yo, I’m just hangin out…
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| with my friends
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| I’m just hangin out…
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| And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock
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| makin beats that’s sharper than cleats
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| With my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros
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| Checkin out videos
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| And I speak with my man Rob Leak
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| on the problems of the weak dumb and meek my man’s deep
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| Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas
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| Me and Che collect money in bars
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| And I run through discotheques like sound
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| Royal Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown
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| We rush through, up to the discotheque and
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| hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm
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| Nobody can get with the whereabout
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| Cause we’re out to shuffle they feet
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| without a shadow of a doubt
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| From Flushing to the streets of New York in fact
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| Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack
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| In the apartment got plans for the night
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| Everything’s right, takin it light
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| Preparin for the best Tiffany’s to be in
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| And everyday seems like a day from the weekend
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| The pool that never ends
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| (Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight baby
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| Word I’m with that
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| Always the Powerhouse
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| Nah but ain’t nuthin at your house!
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| I like my house!)
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| And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends |