| It’s your boy, so go home boy
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| Back to your crib, unemployed
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| While I play like a little boy
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| And get paid, major, don’t dennoy
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| You’re loving, the way I make noise
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| Playing with my MPC toys
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| Back off of me, cause you think you’re hard you’re all soft to me
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| Your beats, they sound a little off to me
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| I don’t nod my head, just look at you awkwardly
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| You should just rip the ears off of me
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| Cause I don’t lie, I can take a shit openly
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| That’s whack, put it back
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| Even Angelo was better than that
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| I turn your snare into your face getting smacked like
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| (Strat!)
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| I’ma let you know what I’m about
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| You ain’t about shit
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| I’m about to take the MPC out of your fucking house
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| I’ma let you know what I’m about
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| And you ain’t about shit
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| And I’m about to take the MPC out of your fucking house
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| And it’s all too silly, to me
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| They take it too sincerely
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| I’m jack tripping all, so don’t you get near me or
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| 3's a company dog
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| Quit playing Mr. Philly, huh?
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| Without a doubt, I turn it out, … all about
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| Exile’s in the fucking house… you will know what’s up
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| Shit Exile’s fucking nuts uppercuts of the grill of the weak and pulling
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| dresses up
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| So I can reveal what’s up, that’s what’s up, that’s what’s up
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| I’m extra tough, plus I’m extra nuts
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| I got 4 balls 2 dicks and 3 sluts
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| One for the cunt, one for the butt
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| One to juggle 3 balls, the one that’s left you could suck
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| I’ma let you know what I’m about
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| Apparently you ain’t about shit
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| To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth
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| I’ma let you know what I’m about
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| And you ain’t about shit
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| So I’m about
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| To knock the microphone out of your fucking mouth
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| Get it out, it doesn’t belong there
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| In your face, I put my arms there
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| Better yet, during a show, I create a bomb scare
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| I’m like, everybody get out, it’s gonna blow, get out of here
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| That’s the only way your shit’s gonna blow unless it blows like it sucks
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| It does though so
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| I guess you blow bro
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| You better go home listen to my demo in slow mo
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| Mo, mo, mo, motion, coast to coasting
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| I be boasting broads in the motherfucking sushi that’s still alive in the ocean
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| Haters talk shit but still rewind, like oh shit
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| Exile’s whack but still he’s the dopest
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| Beat maker, scratcher, and hip hop vocalist
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| Heater’s hot like, «He's smoking this mic tell Cherry inhale and start choking
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| bitch»
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| But really I’m not joking this
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| Me with a gift that ticks, open it
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| I’ma let you know what I’m about and you ain’t about
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| Shit, so I’m about, to take the turn tables out your fucking house
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| I’ma let you know what I’m about and you ain’t about
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| Shit, so I’m about, to take all your equipment out your fucking house |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Klepto , by - Exile. Song from the album 4TRK Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп