| All my sex involved
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| As we get funky
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| Rhymes so bizarre
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| Everybody knows
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| When it come to a situation like this
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| Little more effects
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| And I can’t resist
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| So we get funky in the house
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| Youknowmsayin?
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| L.L. Cool J style
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| What?
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| This ain’t on a pop tip
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| Check it out
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| What is a panther? |
| A animal that kills
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| I’m like a shark with blood comin out the gills
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| You could never in your wildest dreams
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| Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens
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| Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
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| Now you’re gettin done without Vaseline
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| Wouldn’t bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
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| Made another million, so competators bow
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| Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
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| Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
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| Songs that ain’t strong, brother, you’re dead wrong
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| And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
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| Ha, you can’t handle the whole weight
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| Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
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| Wise up, you little burnt up french fry
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| I’m that type of guy
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| And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
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| Put him in p&ers, leave my drawers in his h&er
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| When I’m through, you need a brand-new identity
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| I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity
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| Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
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| Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme
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| Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo!
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| You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
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| The rep I keep, the MC’s I peep, sweep, play cheap
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| And freak with a chic unique technique
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| Get rid of the yukmouth smile
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| Cause brother, you ain’t got no style
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| Keep on
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Yeah
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| Keep on
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Hey yo, that’s kinda funky
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| But check this out here
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| (Rock that shit)
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Yeah…
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| Immaculate styles I use to abuse
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| MC’s, so light the fuse
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| And spread the news, you lose
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| To the damager, microphone manager
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| Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
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| That amateur swingin a hammer
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| >From a body bag, so run and get your camera
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| Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
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| But I’m the wrong brother to dance with
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| Cause I don’t need a partner to swing
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| Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
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| Shootin the gift, but you just don’t shoot it right
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| You couldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight
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| Wouldn’t throw a rock in a ghost town
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| So don’t try to play post, clown
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| You know the L.L.'s back in town
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| And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
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| (_shot_) Gimme that microphone
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| I’ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
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| Stop dancin, get to walkin
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| Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin
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| Huh, you little snake in the grass
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| You swing a hammer, but you couldn’t break a glass
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| Gimme a lighter — woof!
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| Now you’re cut loose
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| From that jherri curl juice
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| Cool J is back on the map
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| And when I see ya, I’ma give you a slap
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| That’s right, a little kick for that crap
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| Cause my old gym teacher ain’t supposed to rap
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| Keep on
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Yeah
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Funk it up
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| I said keep on
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| (Yo, rock that shit)
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Check this out
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| Yeah…
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| How dare you stand beside me
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| I’m Cool, I freeze I-c-e
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| On your trail and I’ma cut that bull tail
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| You’re disobedient with the wrong ingredients
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| But I’ma drink you down over the rocks
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| While I freak on your album cover jocks
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| You’re gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
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| I took the cover right home to the bathroom
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| In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell'
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| Your broad wears it well
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| She’s the reason that your record sold a few copies
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| But your rhymes are sloppy
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| Like Oscar, and you’re bound to get dropped
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| And stopped, I ain’t Murray the cop
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| Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
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| Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
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| So I can show you I’m immune to them romper room tunes
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| You little hip-hop racoon
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| I’m not Scarface, but I want more beef
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| Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
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| Workin in a parking lot
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| A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
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| So tell me how you like your coat cream?
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| On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
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| With your tv on channel fuzz
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| Uncle L, that’s how much damage he does
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| Here’s 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
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| Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
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| Keep on
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Yeah
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| I say keep on
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| (To da break of dawn)
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| Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
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| My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
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| Youknowmsayin
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| Over here at Marley Marl house
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| Just coolin out
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| My man Clash in the house
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| Sippin on this Bartles &Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
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| Loungin back
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| Keep on
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| Peace |