| I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
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| I’ll make you shake your ass like Les MaCann (yeah)
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| And then you’re out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
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| You’ve got the elephant feet like Les McCann
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| Up the crack of dawn, I’m on my way
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| We’re talking two foot dump and there’ll be no delay
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| Cause I’m gone, the shit’s getting out of hand
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| I’m changing my middle name to first Trem
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| I’m walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite
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| I’ve got holes in my mouth where my teeth should be
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| You ask, Whatever happenened to the rappin' duke?
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| I heard the Captain’s gonna sign him to Jive and that’s the truth
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| Taking care of my functions, still smokin' up the shrubery
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| I stopped eating chicken cause the shit was too rubbery
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| My produce, organic, from my own yard
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| Only the freshest herbs and growing’s not too hard
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| Vibes, vibrations
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| Vibes, vibrations
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| Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
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| Waking up my long joint, ready to get some
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| Looking at my board and my old boots
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| Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth
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| And on the court I’ve got game like my brother Matt
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| I give a shout out -- so where you at?
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| But don’t get souped, Matthew, cause I’m-a take ya
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| Horatio Park right now and I’m-a shake ya
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| Give me the fresh count, you know that I’m stressed out
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| I need some inspiration, so get the best out
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| Like Rock Master Scott, I’m on the request line
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| Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time
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| Good vibes flowing all around
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| Not a worry in mind as the friends around
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| A shout out to Linda, riding pow forever
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| Well the 'Bird is the word and you’re as light as a feather'
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| Well I smoke a bag of rat weed cause I don’t care
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| And I’m waxing old ladies out of their underwears
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| I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties
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| I’m giving it to grandma, making her crazy
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| I might be a white boy, but I’m no goofy
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| Got beats like Babalu on «I Love Lucy»
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| I’m not like the Skipper on «Fantasy Island»
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| I’m more like Captain Stubing when I go buck whylin'
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| The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot
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| Or STH when they let me back at the Deuce
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| Cause I can’t get enough of that funky stuff
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| When the going gets rough, ain’t going out in the sluff
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| Down with Bubble Gum and the Ninth Creation
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| You get on down, we’ve got the sound sensation
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| Kid Fresh is back from the eighties
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| And we’re doing it for the ladies
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| Vibes, vibrations
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| Vibes, vibrations
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| We got Vibes, vibrations
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| We got Vibes, vibrations
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| Vi… vi… |