| Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin you know what I’m sayin
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| With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jack whose names is Joe
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| Check it check it check it yo c’mon
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| Lyrics
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| I been around, I been around
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| I been around town
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| Sounds you know I’m down
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| That many cannot get down
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| But not me, we kick it all day and night see
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| Although you know in a minute
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| Right now you know not who I be So I kick it for a second
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| Yes I kick it for a sec
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| Get wreck, and double check
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| Got to play with your select
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| Name is Dres, D-R-E-S
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| Yes I guess that it is Ya gotta bag of buddha well smoke a sess
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| I’m the type of brother that the girls always select
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| It’s not because they’re out to come
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| It’s cause they’re out to come correct
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| I talk about a ho, because a ho I know
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| And if you do the honey Tea
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| then I guess too you would talk so Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
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| Don’t get hot cause I clock the fat figure
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| Told ya I’m a singa got my finga on the trigga
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| Cause everybody hates the fly nigga
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| Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic
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| If your best to play it down
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| Then you should walk faster
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| Don’t give me a pound if you bust that in your hand
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| Play me out never cause I came to understand
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| Do it to, for a minute
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| I do for me too
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| Push me up and I’ll pull myself through
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| Watch my back and I’ll watch my front
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| Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya
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| Got a nie, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two
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| Damned if I don’t and I’m damned if I do
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| Fightin over cities how they’re fightin on my block
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| Over there is liberation over here is for a rock
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| No not pop rock, no not pop rock
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| Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
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| Do-do-after shock
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| Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin
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| I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin
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| But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it Life is what you make it |