| Poetically inclined, put in good order
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| I keep a party filled like a bucket of water
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| When Heavy’s in the house, all the girls go crazy
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| Fellas that are jealous say, «Man, you amaze me!»
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| But all you need is the secret I keep
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| You grab a girl, gain some weight so she can squeeze the beat
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| Say «Hey good lookin» with the sweetest position
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| «Get inside the car so I can crank the ignition
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| You got some trouble, I handle him fo' ya
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| We cruise around in my BMW»
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| You got to have the voice to make the people jumpy
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| I’m proud to say I got it this way, I’m chunky but funky
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| Man, I stand as a man, mixin music with noise
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| And every show that I go I bring along (The Boyz)
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| I’m 6 foot 2, a half a inch from 3
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| Don’t need to tease, come on and squeeze MC Heavy D
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| Because I love to party, stronger than Bacardi
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| Walk down the street, I don’t need a body-guardy
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| Eddie F is rippin, The Boyz are hop-hippin
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| My mind designs the rhyme, Heavy D, I do the lippin
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| Once I get ready my rhymes remain steady
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| Of course I get support from the crowd. |
| (Go Heavy!)
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| I demand of opposition, get ready to fly
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| I keep you dwellin till you ask me why
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| I’m chunky but funky
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| I am chunky but funky
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| Strong like an ox, sly and slick like a fox
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| Takin all MC’s, knock em out the box
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| I’m an overweight lover, got loots and cute
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| Take a girlie to the crib and knock all the boots
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| I’m strengthly stronger, I can last longer
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| Perfectly pleasin party people performer
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| Cold gettin paid is the way I live
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| You said I’m wack (sit down) you know what time it is
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| Suckers bow down to the rhymes I wrote
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| All you ducks on dope is good enough to smoke
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| It’s guaranteed like Bruce Lee to kick the party alive
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| When I enter the club elders run and hide
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| ]From this overweight attractive, hold the crowd captive
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| On the microphone I’m so damn active
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| MC Heavy D poetically jammin
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| To this beat that you keep demandin
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| Rhymes and more, cause you came for
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| The Overweight Lover, raw to the core
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| Designin and rhymin, flyin and climbin
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| To the top where stars are shinin
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| Beat conductor, rhyme constructor
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| Like sandpaper, but a whole lot rougher
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| Voice so smooth to keep the people jumpy
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| Yo Boyz (yo) tell em what I am: (he's chunky but funky)
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| The gear that I wear is perfectly fitted
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| Rappin is my life and to it I am committed
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| Poetically inclined as a master with the rhyme
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| Like a typical word I’m hard to define
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| When I’m on the tape people stop at attention
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| Stuck like a truck in the mud when I mention
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| Things in a rhyme that they can’t find
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| Jump up from the seat, run to the rewind
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| Button and press just to make sure
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| Call all your boys and they want more
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| You all agree that the jam’s not sloppy
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| The crowd be up and say (yo, can we get jumpy?)
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| I’m chunky but funky
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| (He's chunky but funky) |