| So let’s go back to the Caddy won’t slow down, go down
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| Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down
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| 3 dollars to get inside
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| LBC flying high tonight
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| I need a pleasure release sort of like masturbation
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| Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation
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| It grows, on the mic where I flow
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| Hide all your fans cause the shit’s about to blow
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| I’m gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics
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| Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics
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| Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired
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| Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire!
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| Right up in ya, as we continue
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| To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya
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| Out, I doubt, no competition
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| When I’m on the microphone you listen
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| You’re missing the point, kid spark the joint
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| It’s the way that you live, when you’re a lucky boy
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| This recipe yeah you know me
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| This 5-piece band called LBC
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| Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
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| But my world revolves around me; |
| no it’s not conceit
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| Just a realization that at first I put myself before you
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| So I can stand on my own two feet, right next to thee
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| Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic
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| I’m givin props won’t stop with the shit you like
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| So skip the trip, and spend the night
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| Cause I’m believing that the time is right
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| L to the B we don’t quit
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| With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit
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| The 5 of us with this reggae punk child
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| Break em on in Stubhystyle
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| It’s that L dot B dot C dot scene
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| Lucky Boys Confusion no we’re not from Long Beach
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| But from Chicago, we’ll make your mind boggle
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| If you meet the fungi from Colorado
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| Always kicking down with our boys from the Swizzle
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| Everybody said our styles would fade and fizzle
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| My hair’s still skunking don’t be perpetrating me
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| I’ve rocking the mic since 1993
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| Oh, when I’m frustrated I’ve got anger in my head
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| I think of the relative ease of the life I’ve led
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| So many struggled and died so I may breathe air that’s free
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| I hope when they look upon me they deem me worthy
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| We’re just children of this wasted generation
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| Trying to make the best of our situation
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| So we play our music all night long
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| Till everyone will know when they hear this song
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| And here we go
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| Yes it’s that 5 tone Lucky Boy posse
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| Pass me the Red Stripe so I can get saucy
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| And watch all the girls jiggle-wiggle their hips
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| Point to us and they pucker their lips
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| This LBC let me tell you what’s in store
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| We’ll play all night if you scream encore
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| It’s the way we jam
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| LBC (Labuck) hits the stage don’t try to compete
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| Ryan sits down and lays down the beat
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| Adam steps up and he matches the groove
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| Joe kicks the lead and J starts to move
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| Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance
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| 420 Geeks try to make room
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| Carlito’s getting naked and we’re dancing, we’re dancing
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| This is one from the Townkrier, come to get you higher
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| Happy to engage in the smoke like a fire
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| Boom! |
| Come on and make room
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| Cause I’m hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer
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| Shit, god damn, what’s the plan, here’s the plan
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| Get high, get by any way I can
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| I drop the flow you drop the flavor
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| Kick the bassline just ask the neighbor |