| Put your clothes on, and get your feet off my couch
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| I think it’s time that you left my house
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| I tried to let you know that you have a friend
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| But now you’re actin' like you wanna move in
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| You have problems, nowhere to go
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| But now you’re stayin' like you’re runnin' the show
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| And when I come in my house all I see
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| Is your back in my fridge (Got the back in your fridge!)
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| I don’t like that eatin' up the food that I brought my girl
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| You just messin' up both our worlds
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| She can’t even walk around, but you’re always lookin'
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| You was horny, you stop
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| that you just can’t have, and I’m mad
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| So get the back and take out the trash
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| And on your way out
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| Ay yo, I think you better stay out
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| So you, get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here
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| 'Cause this is my house
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| Get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here, right now
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| You used to be my homeboy, I’ll never forget you
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| But when you leave let the door knob hit you
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| In your back side, 'cause what’s fair is fair
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| But please take those dirty underwear
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| Out the bathroom, I wonder what you been drinkin'
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| , the smell got your whole house stinkin'
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| I shoulda never let you get in here
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| Like Richard Pryor says, it smells like shit in here, word
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| Your underarms had a bad day and
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| Look like your Right Guard, all went the wrong way
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| Don’t, don’t need no deodorant
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| So drop the soap,
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| You talk all the time, say rhymes
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| The sneakers piled up, lookin' like a pyramid
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| Your girl stinks, she’s just straight up jinx
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| She got missing teeth, like Leon Spinks
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| She might as well, go kiss Joe Frazier
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| She looks like a pitbull, but her in a cage
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| So you, get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here
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| 'Cause this is my house
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| So get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here
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| You, you’re in violation
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| Actin' like you’re on vacation
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| In the White House, but his my house
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| And you’re
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| Watch out, homeboy, I said you got no
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| A buster in my kitchen, drinkin' my
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| Wearing my clothes, for you they’re too small
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| Always on the phone, you never paid for a call
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| And those lies, that you can’t see
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| Homeboy, when you’re gonna leave
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| All mistakes been made in a field that I made it
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| You can not, but I can’t fake it
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| Opportunity’s knockin', you know I gotta state again
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| Get out of my house 'cause I just can’t take it
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| And you, get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here
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| This is my house
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| Get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here, right now
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| You got bad feet, you don’t get no sex
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| Corns and bunions (Don't blame)
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| Fungus, bacteria, your exterior
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| Your odour is superior, even my interior
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| Decorator told me that you had to move out
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| You don’t blend with the cushions, you clash with the couch
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| Your girl came by, with extensions in her hair
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| Huh, and when she left, fake hair was everywhere
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| My bathroom, my kitchen, even my stash
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| I sat down, got up, and my butt had a mustache
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| The day you moved in, you didn’t give me a
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| To top it all off, you broke my favorite lamp
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| You screwed up the stereo and blew the amp
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| The next thing you know, you was settin' up camp
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| You said you wasn’t stay here long, you’re just a liar
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| I came in the living room, you made a camp fire
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| Roastin' marshmallows, beans, and franks
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| You ate, you burped, and you didn’t say «thanks»
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| So you, get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here
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| 'Cause this is my house
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| Get out of here (Leave here)
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| Get out of here, right now |