| Freddie’s got the dirt on
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| Everybody on the street
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| Don’t know how he does it
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| But it isn’t too discreet
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| Everybody says
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| It always winds up being true
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| He’s got somethin' on everyone
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| Maybe even you!
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| Freddie knows — oh yeah
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| Freddie goes — «Oh yeah
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| I got the 411 in my head!»
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| That’s what Freddie said
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| One night Freddie’s goin' home
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| He’s had a long, long day
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| When he sees big Eddie
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| Running out the alleyway
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| Freddie looks at the shadow
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| Of a body with a shrug
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| There’s Slapsie layin' deader
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| Then an ugly fire plug
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| Freddie knows — oh yeah
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| Freddie goes — «Oh yeah!
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| I’ll get the 411 to the feds!»
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| That’s what Freddie said
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| (TALK)
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| PERSONALLY I DON’T THINK THAT
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| WAS SUCH A WISE MOVE ON FREDDIE’S PART
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| IF YOU SEE WHAT I’M SAYIN'
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| Freddie now has the biggest news
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| He’s ever had
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| But Eddie knows that Freddie knows
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| And man, you knows, thats’s bad!
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| 'cause next night
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| Freddie’s walking home
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| Just like he did before
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| Badda-boom! |
| Badda-bang! |
| Badda-bing!
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| He won’t be blabbin' anymore!
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| See Eddie said — «oh yeah!»
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| Freddie’s dead! |
| — oh yeah
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| No more the 411 in his head
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| That’s 'cause Freddie’s dead
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| Now you know the skinny
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| All about the scuttlebutt
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| And the moral of this story is
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| To keep your big mouth shut!
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| 'cause Freddie said — «oh yeah!»
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| Now Freddie’s dead! |
| — oh yeah
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| «I'll keep the 411 in my head!»
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| That’s what Freddie should’a said |