| My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
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| Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I’m feeling these
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| Flows make you shit in your drawrs. |
| Change your dungarees
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| Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees
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| Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi’s
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| Constipated… too much extra cheese
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| Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi’s
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| I met some Siamese twins from overseas. |
| Lebanese
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| Let’s begin with the friends from New Orleans
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| They had a fifth friend. |
| She was straight Black-Portuguese
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| Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese
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| She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
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| The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees
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| Yo. |
| I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese
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| Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys
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| And rob me for my G’s
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| Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree’s and my Ph. D's
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| Got your face on camera; |
| motherfucker say cheese
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| You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze
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| Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees
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| I caught that ill vibe Tip yo yo word
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| That ill vibe Tip yo yo word
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| Cause when I’m in the place you know my shit be absurd.
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| Word Tip?
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| Word Tip?
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| Word Tip?
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| Verse Two: Q-Tip
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| I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat
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| Ain’t nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete
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| Come off complete
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| And you need to get back in your stance
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| We enhance and we’re playing the whole world circumstance
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| So do good in your hood even though you puff life
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| Positive to comply
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| Don’t screw up facing that crowd
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| Progress don’t fall back. |
| We can’t have that
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| I’ll hold your hand Black
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| We can’t wind up with scratch
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| I put my best foot forward, when I play in life
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| Cause this world as I live it, chill’s like a double edged knife
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| In the jam we regulate, cause we organize
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| Logic-a-ly thinking when along’s enterprise
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| Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab
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| Peace to the West Coast and the East, we’s fam
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| Need I make mention that the crew we’ve got
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| Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. |
| Blauw!
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| No we don’t premote no guns, but don’t turn that cheek
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| In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak
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| So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes
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| Some of them come as friends; |
| some of them come as Jakes
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| We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends
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| Why’s that?
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| So we can live right until time ends
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| Yo why’s that?
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| I estimate, so we can get these ends
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| Yo true that?
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| Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend
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| Chorus: (in reverse order) |