| Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
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| Spark the L, Whattup Doc? |
| What the deal?
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| Clock the squeal, the MC overkill
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| Certified cylinders 35 mil'
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| Jumpin out planes, Doc’s Da Name
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| Cock the flame, back to delete the pain
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| Hater, IKSRFO, don’t Piscapo
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| Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal
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| Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds
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| Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums
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| Me and my man jumpin out Sedans
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| Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran
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| I, execute like wars in Beirut
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| Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe
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| The rhythm hit em without the venom in em Pen’ll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon
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| Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot
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| I been had a demo before Ridin’High
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| Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot
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| Clorox your Fort Knox, til y’all call SWAT
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| Bite off your ear for a souveneir
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| Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear
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| If you don’t know the click then you’re smokin wet
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| Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set
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| Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out
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| Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out
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| Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out
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| Black the fuck out, act the fuck out
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| Do you feel it in your body? |
| Shake your stinkin ass (2X)
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| Do you wanna rock a party? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Do you wanna get naughty? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Ooooh-weeee! |
| I think the heat is on Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I’m reachin y’all
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| Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn
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| Active frequency, trip the car alarm
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| Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make
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| Choose the date, today you hallucinate
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| Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes
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| Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero
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| Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough
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| Got your wife sayin, Not tonight, hello!
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| Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris
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| The baptist, roll Garcia’s with hashish
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| You need classes for practice to tap this
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| Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch
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| Hot potato, drop the data
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| Guard your Emancipation Proclimator
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| Lock shit down, cock the pound — no doubt
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| As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal
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| Brick City be the pros at wildin out
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| off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle
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| Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky
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| Crash in the V while we Master the P I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage
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| Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha
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| Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed
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| Down with the Outz — ah ha ha, ha ha!
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| Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline
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| Got impact like DJ Boo on Benjamins
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| Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland
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| Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, It’s them again!
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| Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out
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| Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out
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| Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out
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| Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out
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| Do you feel it in your body? |
| Shake your stinkin ass (2X)
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| Do you wanna rock a party? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Do you wanna get naughty? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Yo, Pepe LePew I ain’t messin wit you
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| or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too
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| Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe
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| Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone
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| The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone
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| C’mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out
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| Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out
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| Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly
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| The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly
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| Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass
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| Type of shit that’ll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!
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| Baby just hold a second and give me a chance
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| Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance
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| Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out
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| Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out
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| Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out
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| Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out
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| Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out
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| Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out
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| Do you feel it in your body? |
| Shake your stinkin ass (2X)
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| Do you wanna rock a party? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
|
| Do you wanna get naughty? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
|
| Do you feel it in your body? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
|
| Do you wanna get naughty? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Do you wanna rock a party? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Do you wanna drink a forty? |
| Shake your stinkin ass
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| Stinkin ass
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| Stinkin ass
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| Stinkin ass
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| Stinkin ass! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Goodness, artist - Busta Rhymes. Album song Doc's Da Name 2000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп