| There it is, there it is, boy, oh yeah
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| There it is, there it is, buddy, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, they seem to know
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| The time but let’s see
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| It’s my thing, yo, it’s my thing, the way I swing
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| Not even an orangutan can hang on my ding-ding
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| Saved by the bell rang, I talk, yell, whisper
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| Mumble street slang with no doubt
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| You tumble if I flip don’t make me shout with my vocal lip
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| A hip hugger, I’ll mug ya, if fun to know
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| Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace
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| In a chase, I’m bookin', cookin' feet don’t fail me
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| 5−0's can’t see me, catch me to jail me
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| Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers
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| Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why
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| Does my trigger finger itches? |
| Corrupt
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| I follow my nose it always knows it
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| Open the draw bridge close it, close it
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| A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it
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| Long ding-a-ling dong, there big booties grows it
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| Up, up and away, we go across the border
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| To Mexico, suck my toe, doo doo browns my color
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| No water down, no cut
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| A jewel to a fool is like pearls to big butt
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| Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don’t touch the line
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| Escalate never decline
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| I’m gonna get mine, don’t try to take mine
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| No my kneecaps ain’t blacker than my black behind
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| The bush, I touch tush
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| So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare
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| I’s a wise guy, yeah, a smartalec
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| Like it or kiss me where the sun don’t shine like metallic, ka-blaow
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| (They thought I didn’t know)
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| It sounded like a roc
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| One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it
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| Just for the taste of it coke I won’t sniff it
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| Ya party pooper, you never stop my frontings
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| I guess he owns a dust ya, I run things
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| Popcorn, mama, you can sniff my sock
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| I’s a hard headed nigga, my head is like a roc
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| So so leave me B, boy, I’ll be boppin'
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| When I chug-a-lug alone it ain’t no stoppin', hoppin'
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| Skin to skin, now I must stall
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| Jimmy hats ain’t even made like Rubbermaid at all
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| If I be over stressed, over tryin' under arms
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| Cooking like onions, you’ll be crying
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| Boo-hoo-hoo but I gets the hoorays
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| From sunrise to sunset for days
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| All in the Kool-aide, don’t know the flavor
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| Taste buds shot, waistlines duds
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| I love to slama on bad ass behavior
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| Call me Sub, I roll underground like Chuds
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| Cease with the wack, I’m never ever booty over that
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| I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body
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| The hottie, I might use Karate
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| Snap back, 15 minutes I’ll be off duty, ka-blam
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It’s a break Zev love X and Subroc
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| For ninety tre crew massive deep
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| Constipated monkeys defecating
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| That old hard shit and ya don’t quit
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| It sounded like a what? |
| It sounded like a boulder
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| It sounded like a land yo slide up over
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| I need my room, to huff and puff
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| These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff
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| Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack
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| Or a blackout so be out black
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| Let’s play catch a bad one ya caught it
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| I’ll take your thumping heart and smote it
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| Then I grab my wood, I grab my rope
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| Over there ya have that same ole shit, here ya don’t
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| Oh no, you don’t gimme that black
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| Now you sing the blues while your eye’s black
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| Don’t need to flaunt, no need to front
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| I see right through, you very blunt
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| Add the two nonchalant, I do what I want
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| If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt, ka-blaw
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| It sounded like a roc
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| Constipated monkeys doo-doo
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| Dropping shit like that |