| Now he comes close gets crushed like clay packs
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| With unlimited flows never stay in the same spot
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| Everything in locks got a place to make rock
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| If you feel it in your heart reach out like grand fox
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| Baby hop on board, you don’t need your payed stubs
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| in the galaxy bus we pullin out all stops
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| From the bay to LA just like the great pac
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| Big shout to my man cut chemist and J5
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| All my women in the spot thats makin the place pop
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| That branch from bass chocolate
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| Asia good cop, go in, state the obvious
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| Legs and tank tops
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| Y’all keep on truckin y’all doin a great job
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| For ain’t no stage I won’t take from playin cards
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| In the burgundy coats, snake boots and black socks
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| On the barbary coast playin host to ex wives
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| With the bubbly flowin cuff links and fake butts
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| When I do that damn thing
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| I do that damn thing
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| I do that damn thing
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| I do that there
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| Now I am award your fate heats
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| That’s helped ya one day at the altar mid general
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| called me in to headquarters, gave me an order
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| son I bestow the gift of rap on ya fight for the cause but don’t be a mortal
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| I’m your DJ on the steel wheel of fortune
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| Get me an art against lay before you show this to four more ways to change
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| coats?
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| To guess the trouble is when he did what he did
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| Bless me with excellence with the bat and the pen
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| So if any ya young MC’s
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| never passed the entry level position
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| I’m guessin eventually
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| Y’all thistle empty disappear gently
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| Like a whisper in the wind come messin with LB
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| Whoa. |
| .. .. .. .. .. . |
| Cut Chemist
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| Whoa. |
| .. .. .. .. .Bring it back now
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| Well abracadrabra I’ll saddled up a camel
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| Travelled the Sahara and the avenues of Casablanca
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| ran into the back of a fama?
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| They snackin on the abba-zabba cabbage patch
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| A practising the macarena with who?
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| Santana, Santa, a panda, my gramma
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| Dracula, Aladdin and the delhi-lama
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| Berretta and a mannequin
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| and then I slipped on a banana landed on a hammock
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| In Havana sippin on a can of apple fanta
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| Bit by a piranha when I swam into an aness
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| On the back of a manta I paddled with a spatula
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| Back to atlanta where I had a hamburger with hammers manager
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| Afterwards he handed me eleven lemons for
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| The Tropicana where I had a romantic encounter
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| With janet palmer, a tama for Selma and a calamity jane
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| Samantha vanity, Miss Japan, Canada
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| and panamarama in the back of a natura |