| Hook:
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| No worse scared can’t get away
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| Dumpin’with them funky rhymes
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| «Pullin'out niggas frontin’like snobs»
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| Nowhere 2 hide
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| I deliver to you the new blueprints
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| Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps
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| We pimps
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| Beats
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| Put 'em in the streets
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| Twenty four hours seven days a week
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| I kick science, but they still haven’t learned
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| Step beyond the point of no return get wet
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| The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics
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| Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts
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| Uh, around the globe follow ya nose
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| Down with the underground from my head to my toes
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| Ride the groove like a three day cruise
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| Peace to the east but the west coast rules
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| The chocolate child unleashed out the wild
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| Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails
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| Baddest on the atlas just tryin’to stay down
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| You gotta get up I get off or get clowned
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| Hook
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| I came across a close shave runnin’with them renegades
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| All on display on K-T-L-A
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| I hate to do it but I’m stupid don’t test me Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy
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| We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words
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| But they can’t fuck with this they get swerved
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| Graduated old school G degree
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| Calm down the savage in any MC
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| North, south, east, west
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| But simply hittin''em with the melody I possess
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| So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it It’s the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it Like that
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| Yep bigger fatter than the piece
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| Inflation went up and make the killin’increase
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| So long for the plan you was plottin'
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| Cause it’s long and forgotten once your style turned rotten
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| Hook
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| It’s the mad maestro and it ain’t no other
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| Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter
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| I hold the title in the middle of my palm
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| For makin’freaks dance on the floor till dawn
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| Make way let me show you how it’s done
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| It’s a party and the playerhatin’niggas can’t come
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| Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock
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| Don’t sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox
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| On a hunt
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| Hot on the trail
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| Hoe givin’up the drawers cause a nigga in jail
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| On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill
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| MC can’t deal with my hi-tech skills
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| They tight tight last all night
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| Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight
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| Destination on to the next plateau
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| It’s the Zuu in the house you can’t funk with the flow
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