| Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man
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| You know what the word on the streets is, dawg
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| The word on the streets is that you a bitch
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| What’s up with that, man?
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| Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek
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| Golley guy’s rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek
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| Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin
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| I let my nutsac flap in the wind
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| Cuz I’m 2 Dope, clown loco G,
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| And it’s one chop, two boing, boom chop three
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| In the melon, in the back of the melon
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| One black, two black eyeballs swelling
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| Always back with stickin, taking back what’s more to lordy
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| Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40
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| Or the O-Z, muthafuck me Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles
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| And when it’s cold out, my nutsac shrivles
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| And crawls at my booty all warm and snug
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| And gets chased out by the booty ho bug
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| Goddamn, I ain’t who I am
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| I’m always fucking fat bitches named Pam
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| Nineteen years of breathing smog
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| Has got me mental
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| So get off me, dog…
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| Get Off Me, Dog! |