| It’s workin', It’s workin'
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| Party people if you’re ready to rock let me hear you scream!
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| I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
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| Routine sweeps
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| It’s the fanatic, can’t kick the habit, so there you have it, I’m a
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| Addict
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| When I’m near the mike I gots to grab it. |
| Rip the system to shreds, grab
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| The braids in my head
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| Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. |
| This is your introduction
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| To the new episode
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| With the Double I countin' down to explode
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| Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the
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| Core
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| Everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow
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| I’m floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. |
| Uh oh, I guess
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| It’s going' down, not now, right now
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| So I got down with the git down for Illtown. |
| Figure it’s the fine
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| Fanny
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| I miss my mammy
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| And you could ask my uncle Randy, I’m grateful for my granny nanny
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| That’s
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| My mother’s mammy. |
| Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we’re
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| Still family
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| Forget how rough I had it, let’s see how smooth it gets. |
| Cuz I might
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| Wind
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| Up doing that same old cruddy shit
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| Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. |
| Back cockin'
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| Buckshottin', your ass is shot
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| It’s workin', It’s workin'
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| Party people if you’re ready to rock let me hear you scream!
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| Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
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| Know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
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| African can from this kian land I know I can It’s a war wick wick wick
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| Wack that’s Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
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| Stayed
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| Cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
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| Unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit’s some be on Settle the
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| Score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
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| Puttin' rap up in the picture I’ll fix ya backwards blindfold step
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| KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
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| Be
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| A friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain’t seem my music crushed in
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| The
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| Streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
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| Your structure Stain your whole establishment let’s get specific style
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| That’s horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that’s terroristic
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| We’ll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
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| Cancel
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| Christmas won’t stop this slick shit
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| It’s workin', It’s workin'
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| Party people if you’re ready to rock let me hear you scream!
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| Time to do sit up I’m a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
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| Illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
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| Of fact I don’t wanna hear you talk so close your trap
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| Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
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| Truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
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| Being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
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| Some
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| Butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
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| Head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
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| House
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| Done travelled a milion miles and I’m still kickin' styles backsnack
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| Taht
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| Ass back now how’s about that? |
| you feel about as shitty as a baby’s
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| Unwiped ass crack I’ll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
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| Layin' there flat as a flapjack
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| We ain’t friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
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| You’ll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear
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| These
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| And there’ll be no more you Ooh! |
| ooh! |
| like no world’s series
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| Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
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| What’s happenin'? |
| check the skills on the real it’s best to chill don’t
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| Be
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| Caught in the down the hill ordeal it’s ill
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| Man this shit is deep huh! |
| I’m goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
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| Way
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| Beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
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| To
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| Go on until you’re up and gone
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| When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
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| My
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| Friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
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| Hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
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| Ten
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| Scoopin' change you’ll be like «Who's that group again?» |
| on the ground
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| With no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don’t stop lust
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| Check
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| Out us Illtown niggas rock |