| You’re in deep water now pal don’t foul out pal
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| Pow pow down south how now brown cow
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| Loud mouth shout shout had to knock him out, Ciao
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| Bail him out now just put it on my Loud account
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| Steve Riff needs this, never will I back down
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| Sleep this, breath this, never wear me out round
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| Read lips, she licks, tryna pull my trous' down
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| Weed lit, need Clipse playin' in the background
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| How how, I don’t get it, should’ve got em out
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| Little Redmatics mixed in with Roy Holiday
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| Andele, andele, arriba, arriba
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| Asher Roth coming out your speakers
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| Yippeeya yeeah, about time we read up I was in the out crowd playing with some D cups
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| Gee shucks, didn’t mean to keep ya They just need a little TLC every 3 months
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| Me & Chuck, we make this in the kitchen
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| I’m not bullshittin, really made this in the kitchen
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| Hook the mic up, MPC on the table
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| Wrote a couple rhymes, so check what I’m saying…
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| Now I got my feet up without any sneakers
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| But if I did, they’d probably be some beat Chucks
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| Beats up the knees bump, bass be mean
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| Make you lean like the Pisa
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| Meet the Grim Reaper, killin em in FIFA
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| Kick it in the back yard, sip a margarita
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| Eat the dark meat, pepper on the paprika
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| Could’ve kept East, but I had to see the sea cuz
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| 510 freedom, kiddo don’t be dumb
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| Me won’t leave so I’m following my green bud
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| Need bud, need bud, please only live once
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| Read a couple books while I’m soaking up the heat sun
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| We’ve only begun, beguns are beguns
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| Speak on you sheep, the Dos Equis He Man
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| Recon in Sweden, la vie European
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| Get up out of bed, turn my chi on |