| I live here, boy
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| Now, I don’t dig you
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| Took you for my friend, thought you were my pal
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| But now I found out you’re tryin' to jive my gal
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| All shut eyes ain’t 'sleep and all goodbyes ain’t gone
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| I’m help to myself; |
| you’re tryin' to do me wrong
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| Do you call that a buddy?
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| (No, no)
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| Could that be your buddy?
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| (No, no)
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| I’m gonna shoot my buddy
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| He’s just a dirty guy
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| (Shoot him in the foot, shoot him in the foot)
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| Treated you like a friend, what more could I do?
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| I had an idea I could trust in you
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| You ate up all my rice and my stew beef
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| And tried to help me cut off the home beneath
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| Do you call that a buddy?
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| (No, no)
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| Could that be your buddy?
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| (No, no)
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| I’m gonna kill my buddy
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| He’s just a dirty guy
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| (Yeah, terminate him, terminate him)
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| I wish you were dead and under the ground
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| 'Cause a man like you just shouldn’t be around
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| You’s loathe as a temple and slick as grease
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| I’m gonna turn you over to the chief of police
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| Do you call that a buddy?
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| (No, no)
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| Could that be your buddy?
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| (No, no) |
| I’m gonna part with my buddy
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| He’s just a dirty guy |