| Busta Rhymes up in the place true indeed
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| Yes I catch wreck and that’s word on my seed
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| I guarantee to give you what you need
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| One blood everybody like Junior Reid
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| Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
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| Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
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| Yo really let me roll some weed
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| Mad charged nigga now I must proceed
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| Yo we 'bout to make you set speed
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| Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
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| Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
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| Body blow bustin' your shit making you bleed
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| Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed
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| Need more information homeboy then just read
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| Ay-Ya! |
| you can read all about the pure breed
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| Do the bogle dance I’ll do the pepperseed
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh!)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh!)
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| (Woo-hah! I got you all in check!)
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| Naa, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-naa
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| (Woo-hah! I got you all in check!)
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| Naa, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-naa
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| (Woo-hah! I got you all in check!)
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| Drop and gimme 50, drop and gimme 50
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| Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk
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| Drop and gimme 50, drop and gimme 50
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| Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk
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| Drop and gimme 50, drop and gimme 50
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| Drop and gimme 50, girl, drop and gimme 50
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| (Low End Theory tape, bass, bass crazy kicking)
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| Open up the trunk, o-open up the trunk
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| (Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can’t find it
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| (Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you’ve been blinded
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| (Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you can’t find it
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| (Blood!) Lookin' for a smile like mine, you’ve been blinded
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| Open up your morning light
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| And say a little prayer for I
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| You know that if we are to stay alive
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| And see the peace in every eye
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| I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
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| Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands
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| Moms bounced on old men
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| So then we moved to Shaolin land
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| A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
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| Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
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| And let’s start it like this son, rollin wit this one
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| And that one, pullin out gats for fun
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| But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
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| Started smokin woolies at 16
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| And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes
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| Makin' my way on fire escapes
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| No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
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| The combination made my eyes bleed
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| No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all
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| Stickin' up white boys on ball courts
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| Forever, forever, forever-ever, forever-ever!
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| You went to school to learn, girl
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| Things you never, never knew before
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| Like I before e except after c
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| And why 2 plus 2 makes four
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| Now now now, Im gonna teach you
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| All about love, dear
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| Sit yourself down, take a seat
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| All you gotta do is repeat after me
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| Come on, come one, come on
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| Let me show you what its all about!
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| Come on, come one, come on
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| Let me show you what its all about!
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| Come on, come one, come on
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| Let me show you what its all about!
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| Come on, come one, come on
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| Let me show you what its all about! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It's All About, artist - Girl Talk. Album song Feed the Animals, in the genre Электроника