| Yes, return the last dragon, balls of fire
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| Back to attack, and sharp like barbed wire
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| The ruff rugged male human black alien
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| My style’s, foreign, compared to an Israelian
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| I rock, and shock a new style
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| Hardcore’s the profile, I bust a cap for the buckwild
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| I’m back in effect, how’s that?
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| I’m not Teddy Riley but I’m swingin like a New Jack
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| You know me so yo check my flow G I rock 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
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| And for your information…
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| I found wack MC’s camps and do em like Jason
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| Yeah, doyouknow what they call me?
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| E Double who raps off the walls see
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| I work out, yeah I do my fitness
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| So I can find a mistress, while I’m in the business
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| A gold digger, with the hourglass figure (why?)
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| 'I'm feelin sad,'damn nigga!
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| Now I’m rockin the house with Das EFX
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| M.D. got my back, so I’m goin for mine
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| So watch it, or pop pop pop goes my nine
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| Verse Two: Parrish Smith
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| Here we here we go… (who?) slow flow so watch the head blow
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| No rules in the rap game, I’m throwin elbows
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| (The name) Mic Doc (say what?) this is hip-hop
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| Roll with the Hit Squad, stomp like the Go-Bots
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| (Shiggedy shots bust) Parrish Smith rocks the spot
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| Pumps em off the block, hits because my tune knocks
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| Tower down over suckers next is Das EFX
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| (Biggedy mic check um, one two check uhh
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| I think I wann rock it M.D.) OK Drayz bet
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| Time to exit, yo, so I’m out there
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| If you want me you can find me at the crib
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| Still gettin mine rippin rhymes on the mainline
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| Don’t play me or pop goes the nine
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| Verse Three: Drayz, Skoob
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| Biggedy bang yowza, higgedy howabout a mic wrecker
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| I biggedy break a back, I’m black and I can Decker
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| Nigga, ya figgedy figure the, way I kick it
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| I’m dashin, I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and
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| I trashed him, I miggedy made the bastard look sloppy
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| Copy, I pack a nine if you try to stop me Niggedy I’m the bungle, I’m swingin it from the left so tell the Chef
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| Boy-ar-dee's niggaz nice, and plus I’m def
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| Tiggedy take your life asthma, the jibbedy jibber jabber ruff rapper
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| I wreck it then I step like a ladder
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| So add a, niggedy nother page into my rap book
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| I strike like, the weapon or a mother at the crack book
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| I giggedy give a fender, figgedy bender, to a tender, roni
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| Lik umm, Chachi, then Joni
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| She’ll stagger, when I move my lips like Mick Jagger
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| She’ll go goo-goo, gah-gah, they call me Ali Baba
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| The jibbedy jibber jabber, jibbedy jibber jabber, jaw
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| Riggedy wreck it quick and get, raw
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| I’m thiggedy throwin the slang, like a boomer-rang
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| Kill the rumor, bang, I steal a show like I used to steal Puma’s
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| Then I rock it, a topic from the sewer or the trash can
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| I’m niggedy not the video game, but I’m like Pac Man
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| I’m slick right, I got more Dick than Van Dyke
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| Liggedy let the nines clap, cause I’m back to the Manpike |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cummin' At Cha , by - EPMD. Song from the album Business Never Personal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп