| Try fucking with my clique
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| That shit ridiculous
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| But me fucking with your bitch
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| That’s some deliciousness (mwah)
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| We’re some damned for whatever, new era
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| Now bitch, squeeze them tits together
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| That’s how I like it
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| But I’mma bring a struck by lightning
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| Now I am insane on the mikey
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| All this crazy stuff that I’m writing
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| I need one mike, Tyson
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| Beast mode, and I like it
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| Cheat code, well alright then
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| Free flow when I breathe smoke
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| All night and that’s ridiculous
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| Cock back, pull the trigger and bust
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| I punch straight through your tour bus
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| Our tees on worldwide corners
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| We make venues look like saunas
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| Run upon us, I don’t think so
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| You have numbered in tenfold
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| Breakin' it down in biss Nintendo
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| Ridiculous facts, don’t touch the mic though
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| Ill white boy, bitch we go psycho
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| Long range got em down with a rifle (rifle)
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| Right hand on the Bible
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| No survivor, kill all rivals
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| (Fuck with the idols)
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| Open your eyeballs
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| Drugs, sex, violence, still in the cycle
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| (Still homicidal)
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| My actions are final, run with the crew
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| But there’s no one behind you
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| Fucking with my squad, you must be crazy or something
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| Try to go against the gods, got a couple screws loose
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| Not knowing who we are, you must be crazy my cousin
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| It’s the Dope D.O.D. |
| on front back up in the booth
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| And that’s ridiculous
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| Ridiculous (x12)
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| Get your punk-ass the fuck outta here, cuz
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| You wanna ridicule us? |
| You know that’s ridiculous
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| I’m in the mix, burning rubber 'round the Desert Cruiser
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| Hit em with the Cadillac, Buckethead, Johnny Depp, Rugged Rap
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| Wavin' with my squat around the flock of bats
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| And in my sock in Pakistan, a little chronic bag
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| Pumpin' George Baker on the rusty old record player
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| But I’m updated too, I fuck with social media
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| Posting dick pics, while I suffer from chlamydia
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| And we get rid of you like stain remover
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| Stick you with a bayonette
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| And Reggie Noble feels to shoot ya
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| Of course I brought my cooper
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| And the rotten, he’s with me
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| Jersey ghost town, shit’s ridiculous, you get me?
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| We shove 'em as we drop 'em straight into the abyss
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| That shit’s ridiculous, that shit’s ridiculous
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| Rappers are so glossy, man, I see it on their lips
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| That shit’s ridiculous, that shit’s ridiculous
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| Pass the motherfucking blunt nigga
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| and Redman bitch, die bitch
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| Yo, Reggie Noble I’m loaded
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| So play Jackson and beat it
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| Feral through universes
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| I was born an anemic
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| I turned this to a remix
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| Bitches all in the club, ask us why we get high
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| She turned down for what, now she twerking the butt
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| My foot mashing the gas, got to carry the M
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| Got them after the math
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| My flow hard to grab, like niggas cathing a cab
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| Kids wanna be rich, nah, they trappin' in class
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| Hope you gettin' the picture
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| Yeah, I’m all in the credit
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| Reggie and Dope D.O.D., we all need a medic
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| Chicks blowing my phone up, using all of my minutes
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| I pop the trunk, nigga, and put all of 'em in it
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| I’m a bad boy, you hear things 'bout to get ugly
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| I keep the pipes fired up, so it never get rusty
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| Either hate me or love me, Redman gonna kill 'em
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| Blood beaten down the walls, I’m the Amity Villain
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| Ridiculous (x12)
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| Get your punk-ass the fuck outta here, cuz
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| Ridiculous |