| Yeah.
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| Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open
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| Put me on the flier and I’m guaranteed to rope in twenty-thousand people to the place that I play at And have em even sayin how could someone say that
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| they’re as good as the man who just saw
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| Please give me some more
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| of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin
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| If you don’t know the new dance, Patti Duke’n
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| Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers
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| I’m snatchin airplay, from all you AIDS catchin singers
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| It’s a, special delivery on your front step
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| My picture’s on the cover and the rhymes are in effect
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| Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground
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| And have you OD’n sayin, y’know, J sound
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| righteous, the brother did what he had to I didn’t talk about this, so I had you
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| sleepin, breathin sayin yo he ain’t keepin
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| his promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend
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| But here it is, the jam of all jams
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| And from this day forth, MC’s are gettin slammed
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| with the
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah!
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| I’m the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it Here’s a mean joint, all the hip-hoppers are singin it Doin a dance in tight bike pants
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| So get up on it (HOE!) you’ll only get one chance
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| to work out, the soreness in your muscles
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| Do your own thing, even the hustle
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| MC’s I’ma torture, that’s already known
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| But while I’m torturin them, I’ma leave you alone
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| so you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner
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| And look wild like you’re tryin to get a part in a dirty movie on the hip-hop tip
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| Now tell me (tell you what?) that brother L ain’t tryin to flip
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| with the
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah!
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| Movin, groovin, admit that you’ve been
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| shocked and rocked and I’m on top and it’s been proven
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| I’m self-reliant, on stage I’m defiant
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| All those rumors are small things to a giant
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| I’m not a cool calm, collected type of brother
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| I’m kind of hype that’s why I’m a good lover
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| In bed I’m energetic, kind of like a freight train
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| Goin so crazy I have the girlies sayin, Wait James!
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| I do damage — use the beef to build a sandwich
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| And when I’m done, she’ll be sayin, How did you manage
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| to make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head?
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| On top of that, you ran laps around the bed
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| So bust out the pumped up funk that I’m revealin
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| and listen to it, while you’re in your car wheelin
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| On on your Walkman as you’re starin at the ceiling
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| Or when you and your love is sex-appealin
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| to the
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| KnowhatI’msayin?
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| It’s like a smooth joint, youknowhatImean?
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| Uhh, aww yeah!
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| Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah, uhh — ahh
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| Uhh, aww yeah!
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| Marvelous! |