| I’ma be all up in your face
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| Yo, I’ma tell you, I don’t wanna hear what you got to say
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| 'Gwan from here, forget the all-star game
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| Light your ass man with flame, urinate in the brain
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| Ladies react move with panties off with the prawns
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| Imposter from the Barbados
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| Private jets shock your island
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| 40 oz. |
| undercover with a cashmere
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| Your fake Gucci glasses, your jacket’s made out of reindeer
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| Jealous, I know you act like you don’t hear
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| Top controller, winey waste
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| I’m not impressed, beyond your fat stomach
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| Twist your tiny waist
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| Jacket and juice leave your bad mouth with a bad taste
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| We keep it clean, no passin gas or sardines in here
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| No girls with a lack of hygeine with sardines in here
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| Yo, you know Garland, open the roof, crack the beer
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| It’s apparent, tell no shame in here
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| Everybody know the game in here
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| Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
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| You’re playin here
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| Like Free and Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator
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| #1 with the tec-9 in the duffel bag, I’m your competitor
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| Bounty catcher master, you face me in America
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| You know you guys rhymin little gay for commercial
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| Deep in the industry, the anal crevices
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| Y’all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trends
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| The kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other way
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| Santa Monica butt boys
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| Fly your girls in from Chicago, Illanois
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| Ask the judge right here, don’t budge right here
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| Y’all light in the ass, featherweight, fly your kite here
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| Bird figures, y’all ain’t all that, don’t let me reveal you
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| Cap peel you, top of the mansion butt boys
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| Earnin for girls, y’all strut boys
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| Play your right hand side with Tonka toys
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| Walkin back and forth like Enoch against your crew
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| Sayin crush, kill, destroy
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| Asian girls relax on Soul Train, you’re stiff
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| Eat your bok choi
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| Special effects make most of your average rappers with pastel colors
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| Wallpaper in your background, I P-I-S-S on you
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| Game benefits, collect C-I-S-S on you
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| Don’t need one mic there, I’d rather vomit on two
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| People suck! |
| Are you down? |
| I’m in your area
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| You bad, the more the merrier
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| Santa Claus, put flammable fluid to your claws
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| I break all sissy laws
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| Treat you like a prosti’on Sunset, you bet
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| I know you’re in the back of the aisle, your girdle’s wet
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| You got the nerve to move and listen to Keitho Sweat
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| Look around yo You’re like the girl who used to sing a long time in Florida
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| I call you Anquette |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Motel 6 Super 8 , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп