| It’s important to practice good hygiene
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| At least if you wanna run with my team
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| I’m 'bout to get into some shit that I’ve seen
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| This fool’s breath hummin' so bad it’ll melt your ice cream
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| They say don’t say nothing if you can’t say nice things
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| Sittin' too close to him on BART, like my eyes sting
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| I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum
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| I was a victim of breath on hum
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| Running his yap about what sets he from
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| Gotta get some gum, gotta gets him some
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| He turned it down, his teeth was brown
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| Excruciating, foreign, it was a new sensation
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| I had to ask the dope to pass the soap
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| 'Cause his coat had the stench of crustaceans
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| Or bathrooms in a bus station
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| He had a can of Olde E and some raisins
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| Amazing… head to toe B. O
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| He didn’t know, used to the fragrance
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| 'Cause as the days went without bathing
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| He felt manly and not like a maiden
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| He had one dread, and fungus
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| Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers
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| Girls, not the guy you would want to tongue ya
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| So guys take your cue from this little number
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| You gotta wash your ass, if you must
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| You gotta wash your hair, if you must
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| You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
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| Or else you’ll be funky
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| You gotta wash your ass, if you must
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| You gotta wash your hair, if you must
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| You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
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| Or else you’ll be funky
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| Now in class you need total concentration
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| But there’s kids in the back holding conversations
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| Crackin' on each other, and neither were poster boys
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| Both of 'em smell like the type that soap avoid
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| Coast enjoyed a leave of absence
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| One’s fool’s feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
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| Brimstone, girls would never bring him home
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| I was laughin', then his friend raised his tone
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| And said, «Bud, you earled all over yourself,» yeah
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| I go so deep on your ass, you’ll be submerged
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| Like you need to do in water 'cause you smell like a turd
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| Wanna cap? |
| Get some courage, your feet smell lurid
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| Go look it up, and while you’re at it, get a cup
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| And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
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| You get our vote for most stinkiest
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| That nigga started thinkin' of shit, said I was frail
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| I said he was stale
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| Underarms is ripe
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| Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holey sweats
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| And we holdin' bets, and after this I’m gonna collect
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| Nigga check, yourself
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| Respect yourself
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| And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt
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| Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive
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| The funk got you captive
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| You don’t need a map, bitch
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| You gotta wash your ass, if you must
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| You gotta wash your hair, if you must
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| You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
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| Or else you’ll be funky
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| You gotta wash your ass, if you must
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| You gotta wash your hair, if you must
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| You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
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| Or else you’ll be funky |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song If You Must , by - Del The Funky Homosapien. Song from the album Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп