| Yo, what’s crackalatin
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| This is all I got to say
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| Loddy Doddy
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| I love to party
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| Cause a lot trouble
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| And I bother everybody
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| Since I was a child
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| I’ve been feindin for attention
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| And what I speak is beyond your comprehension
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| Lunatic and I don’t give a shit
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| Grab a hold of my nuts
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| And I tell you now what
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| I landed from the sky on the 4th of July
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| Landed on your flesh and shot you to the left
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| Ran around your blocks, afford many laughs
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| And every single time I was bustin my some caps
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| Now I’m on fucks, Mr. Washs
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| Ever see the Lil, you better call the cops
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| Peace to the huanted and peace to the wanted
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| Peace to the evil that be livin life illegal
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| I come from the land where the wicked man roam
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| I come from the city where you best believe its on
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| I see you in a hospital bed
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| I see you and your ass is dead
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| Red like my uniform make your mother morn
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| Born with the horns like the 13th skorn
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| Loddy Doddy I love to party
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| Cause alot of trouble and bother everybody
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| 6 6 6, nobody likes it when I kick it like this
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| Loddy Doddy, fuck everybody
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| I’m the one that comes and fucks up the party
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| 6 6 6, nobody likes it when I kick it like this
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| Loddy Doddy, fuck everybody
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| I’m the one that comes and fucks up the party
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| I’m Solis, better call the police
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| Fuck around have your hoe on her knees
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| Please live it up, give it up, if you said it
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| Yeah you regret it, you heard about automatic
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| The way I put it down through your pores and holes
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| It really don’t mean, a god damn thing
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| Out for ya green, ya’ll know what I mean
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| I had this bitch by the name of wicth
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| I thought she really was, always showin the nigga luv
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| Suddenly the thug in me told me how it really be
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| Silly of me to think she could ever be
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| The lady of my life, turns out that my wife
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| Ain’t nothin but a bitch and a snitch in a ditch
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| It’s where she belong, where did we go wrong
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| I’ll tell you what you did, mothafucka never lived
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| In a fruad and a fake, with a broad and a snake
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| I take it to the death, every breath that I breath
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| Sip a little B, peace to my nigga Speedy
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| Hehehe, thats right
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| Thats because you all are beyond my comprehension
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| Ya mean
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| I don’t feel you
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| And you don’t feel me
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| You’re beyond mine
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| And I’m beyond yours
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| I kick it wit nothin but gangstas
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| Peace to little Speedy
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| My homie Tears and my dawg Mike
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| The rest of all, eat dick
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| Haha |