| Hold the cold one
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| Like he hold the old gun
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| Like he hold the microphone
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| And stole the show for fun
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| Hold a foe for ransom
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| Flows is handsome
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| O’s in tandem
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| Anthem, random, tantrum
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| Phantom of the Grand Old Opry
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| Ask the dumb hottie
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| Masked pump shottie
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| Somebody stop me
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| Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
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| After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy
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| Watch the droptop pop
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| Known as the grimy limey slimy
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| Try me blimey
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| Simply smashing in a fashion that’s timely
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| Madvillain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree
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| We rock the house like rock 'n roll
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| Got more soul than a sock with a hole
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| Set the stage with a goal
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| To have the game locked in a cage
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| Getting shocked with a pole
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| Overthrow it like throwing rover acuit
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| A lot of bitches think he’s overly chauvanistic
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| Let go his dick if that’s the case
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| Rats, what a waste
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| More cats to chase
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| Dogs he got 'em like new powers
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| Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours
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| Sheesh! |
| Been unleashed since the glee club
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| Had your fam saying please make me a dub
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| Well, since you ask kindly
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| Where he been behind the mask
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| Who can’t find me?
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| You’re blind in the wine zone
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| Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9 he’s a rhinestone…
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| cowboy.
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| Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review
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| But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
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| Hell, could hardly tell
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| Had to like
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| It speaks well of the hyper bass
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| Wasn’t even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
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| Couldn’t wait for the snipes to place
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| At least a track list in bold print typeface
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| Stopped for a year
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| Come back with thumb tacks
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| Pop for the beer
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| We’re hip hop sharecroppers
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| Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
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| He’s in it for the quiche
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| You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche?
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| Oh my aching hands
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| From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands
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| Villain — his smile stuns ya chick
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| While he puts himself in your shoes
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| Run ya kicks
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| You heard it on the radio-tape it
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| Play it in your stereo, your crew’ll go apeshit
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| The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch
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| Curses
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| He’s truly the worsest
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| With enough rhymes to spread
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| Throughout the boundless universes
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| Let the beat blast
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| She told him wear the mask
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| He said you bet your sweet ass
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| Its made of fine chrome alloy
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| Find him on the grind
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| He’s the rhinestone cowboy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rhinestone Cowboy , by - Madvillain. Song from the album Madvillainy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп