| You prayed for me and I came! |
| How far you niggaz wanna push me?
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| I’m leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first
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| white pussy
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| But I’m still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
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| Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
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| Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
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| by this industry I’m trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
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| You can hate me, but await me like I’m Magic Johnson’s
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| death in a box with Jordan’s pops that ass’ll never take another
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| breath
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| cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
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| I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D’Angelo
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| Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately
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| He wasn’t in the person of Master Farad Muhammad
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| Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet
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| in one hundred words or less it ain’t the chronic
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| It’s all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic
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| Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics
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| to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids
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| Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett
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| Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I’m gassed off myself
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| Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics
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| Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam’s Apples in my pockets
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| Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I’m getting popular
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| Popular, no ocular, MC’s perp particular
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| but not quite yet perpendicular
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| Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso
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| I got Chino’s back like a dorsal, fin
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| Comprehend, we bend men from within
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| Chorus: Chino, Ras
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| Your strength in numbers couldn’t hit
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| The yellow nigga from the Gravity click
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| You don’t give a fuck as long as bud gets lit
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| You’re fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics
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| Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist
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| Lay back and watch your idols get ripped
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| Yo signify if your crew roll thick
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| (Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!!
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| Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL
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| I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude
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| Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused
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| The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing
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| Without Jermaine Dupri I’m SoSoDef that I need closed captions
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| Won’t see me stressed from no East/West conflict
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| the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your
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| bench
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| My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel
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| Praise the yellow God or I’ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal
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| Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts
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| Slang botanical, you’re moving on time-lapse camera
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| Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable
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| Take you out like Saafir took out Casual
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| So check the milk that Jersey made
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| I turn artistic children bilingual
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| On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko
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| So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer
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| While I shoot shit up you’re shooting gerbils up your asshole like
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| Richard Gere
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| Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL
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| Bitch ass niggaz what see?
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| I gives a fuck who’s certified platinum or gold
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| Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold
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| Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials
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| At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio
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| No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T
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| Makes me high in intelligence quotient
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| I drop facts like attache
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| Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru’s enema
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| What’s the secret within my esophagus
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| is discovered like Tutenkahmen’s sarcophogous
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| I got niggaz lookin for Webster’s like George Papadopolous
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| Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies
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| similar to Reginald Denny’s, facial injuries
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| You couldn’t locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack
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| Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey’s behind when she was a small
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| child
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| Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie’s stretch marks
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| Chino X sparks, mad urban
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| I ain’t scared to put the things that going around me on tape like Mark Fuhrman
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| Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often
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| And I’d rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan!
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| Outro: Chino
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| Uhh, yeah
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| Uhh, signify, uhh
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| Uhh, check it out, uhh
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| West coast, uhh, East coast, what?
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| West coast, East coast
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| West, uhh, East, ahh
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| Uhh, that nigga Ras, that nigga Chino
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| The nigga bird, yo that shit is large |