| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And give a loc a little dap when he walks through
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| If there be a dope beat then all y’all see
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| Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique
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| Freak yo physique and you betta not compete
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| Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep
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| Never comin' cheap, forty creep
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| And I hope you don’t mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep
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| I steal money from the rich
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| And give it to the poor, it’s
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| Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are
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| Bring it from the back and bring it to the front
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| Cause you gotta give the people what they want
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| Now hump, do the stomp to the butt
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| Big homie shake your gut
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| As long as you get your ass up
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| It’s a party over here
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| And let me make it clear
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| 40 Thevz is the crew
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| So you better come anew
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| Ain’t a damn thing change since the first one
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| And if you didn’t hear the album go get one (One)
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And give a loc a little dap when he walks through
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| Here come the thief on the old school beat
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| And I never knew the meaning of the word «defeat»
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| The master of disguise wanna see the people’s eyes
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| Yet, fools try to deny that the? |
| man? |
| can fly
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| Just cook 'em all up like gumbo
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| And block their ass like Mutumbo
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| Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo
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| We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes
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| Like K.C. |
| and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
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| I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga
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| It’s the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station
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| Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall
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| And what if hip hop had to take a great fall
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| And what if rhyme was a crime
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| And each and every time
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| That you spit a dope line
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| You might have to do some time
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| Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town
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| But Coolio will be ready for the showdown
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down' like your 'posed to
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| And pass a joint to the loc when he roll through
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| If the shoe fit, put it on and stick
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| And if your ass uncash don’t let your mouth write no check
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| Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch
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| Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich
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| From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin wit the 4−0
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| This hip hop that I’m holdin' I’ll make it move your ho
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| It’s the Vandino, everything but rhyme’s broken
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| Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open
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| You can’t understand how I do it
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| I’m just true to it
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| I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent
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| Uh, let it ring, let it rip
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| Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye, but don’t you let the record skip
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| Synchronize the watch, cause the party don’t stop
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| Till the neighborhood watch call the cops
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| It’s the wild ass festival, coast line veteran
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| Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section)
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| Are you ready to throwndown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And pass the brew to the loc when he roll through
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
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| Are you ready to throwdown?
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| Yes we are!
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| Well, get on down like your 'posed to
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| And give a loc a little dap when he roll through
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| Fool! |