| Ah, yeah, yeah
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| This is Louis Logic
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| That nigga you don’t see
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| Cuz he got kicked out of class (The Odd Couple)
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| And I brought my other knucklehead with me
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| My man J.J. |
| Brown
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| On some bully shit
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| Bringin heat on the beats
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| Stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers
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| Give me a beat and listen to me
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| Niggas’ll see I’m like the oilman cause I deliver your heat
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| I didn’t say you were gay, it’s just that you’re sweet
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| And catch vibes on the westside of christopher street
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| It’s no wonder you wish you were me
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| I ain’t some type of bitch, who when he takes a piss sits on the seat
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| That’s why all your chickens agree they rather kick it with me
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| Cuz I suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh)
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| Who’s the clever kid who use his leverage as a rapstar to get into a
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| Coochies second lips
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| Lou’s new collections is smooth and effortless
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| Like 2 screwing, sweaty chicks with lubed apendages
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| Whoever just is boos and nemesis
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| Had rather move their settlement away in to a new development
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| Cuz I’m not too intelligent to stoop to your level
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| And you’re so low down I’m shooting hoops wit the devil
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| In the school of hard knocks
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| We’re at the top of our classes
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| Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
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| Whether or not my report card passes
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| Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
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| We run shit and punch kids
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| In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
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| The abott’s got detention, jay’s on suspension
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| And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggas lunch money
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| Yo, I got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot
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| Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch
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| Which is not why I never snick a snatch
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| I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor stash
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| Jay Love hit the hash like a coffee-shop spatula
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| My fangs puncture a keg like a malt and hops dracula
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| That’s way I always sleep in the daylight, cause I creep in the late night
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| Leaving victims leaking like drain pipes
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| People saying it ain’t right
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| But I can’t help that I’m so damn selfish
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| I got my hands on a female fans pelvis like I’m some bad Elvis
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| Who’s from a parallel universe
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| Giratin his hips to the dick carousel through the skirts
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| You know a man you think is rude at first
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| Give me some room to work
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| And allow me to introduce the nerd to the dirt
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| Cuz Lou’s the worst type of jerk to dealing with
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| He’ll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings bitch
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| In the school of hard knocks
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| We’re at the top of our classes
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| Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
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| Whether or not, my report card passes
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| Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
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| We run shit and punch kids
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| In their plump tummies somebody is always on the run from me
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| The abott got detention, Jay’s on suspension
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| And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggas lunch money
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| I’m like Merlin in a sherlin when I sip a beer
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| Or a wizard in winter gear who makes a guiness dissapear
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| Quicker than a chicks brazier during foreplay
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| Or drugdealers when the pigs are here to storm your hallway
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| Performing all day with Jay and the abott
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| Makin the magic that has addicts celebrating their habits
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| I’ve got a cult following, of so many young adults swallowing
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| So many jameson flasks that it give em adult tolerance
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| I’m major in classes, on savorin asses
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| With greater than average curves like antique vases and glasses
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| And on the day the give me a masters
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| I traded it faster than you can say vodka for a case of some ??
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| Some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks
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| Fuck what he thinks that’s why I fill myself with suds like a sink
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| And to my reason ain’t gon' get stock on the blink
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| But that’s just one of them things
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| To give me something to discuss with my shrink
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| In the school of hard knocks
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| We’re at the top of our classes
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| Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
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| Wether or not, my report card passes
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| Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
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| We run shit and punch kids
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| In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
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| Now The abott got detention, jay’s on suspension
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| And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggas lunch money
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| So who’s that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class?
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| And when the teacher walks by he’s smacking her ass
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| Cutting in the school storeline snatching your cash
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| Pushing the smart kids ass in the trash
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| Motherfucker I’m the bully
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| And I’m coming 'round the corner
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| I warn ya and now I’m rainen punches down on ya
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| Y’all better head for the office
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| Tell them to get your mummy to come and get you
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| Because your tummy is nauseous |