| Save the children. |
| save the children.
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| Save the children. |
| save the children.
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| Save the children. |
| save the children.
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| Save the children. |
| save the children.
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| It’s the ill funk freaker, comin out your speaker
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| Run and take a leak-ah, stay and yo Eureka
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| Like a 49er, no one can rock finer
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| The funky one liner, fuck a one-timer
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| From South Carolina all the way to Vancouver
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| Don’t make a move or I’ma buck your ass down
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| I don’t fuck around cause I’m the crazy white peckerwood cracker
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| You might catch a smack or
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| maybe catch a bullet, cause I’m known to pull it
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| And I’m known to use it, I got patience punk don’t abuse it
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| You choose it, cause you want to hear it
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| Tried to bite the style but you can’t come near it, fear it
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| Run for the hills get off the dillz split the mills
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| My name’s Everlast, I wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills
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| I get cheap thrills, from stickin fly models
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| I tap forty bottles, a sucker duck waddles
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| My man Jorge said, walk like a fuckin duck
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| My name’s Everlast cause I don’t give a fuck
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| Me neither, my name is Smooth Bee
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| And motherfuckers always tryin to make me prove the
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| fact that I can’t be touched
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| No way, no such
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| How much will it take, will I break or bust?
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| Will I stale or rust? |
| Will I create dope shit, yeah that’s a must
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| You know my credential
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| And rippin on the mic is life’s bare essential
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| Now this shit here will make your hands clap
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| toes tap, universal soul slap
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| In your area, is it scarin ya? |
| It shouldn’t
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| We just makin moves that others couldn’t
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| For whatever reason
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| You know we comin fully equipped to rip shop in any season
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| Greg Nice, by the count of three (uh, uh, uh, uh)
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| Three two one, one two three (uh, uh, uh, uh)
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| Get on the mic, let me hear you MC
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| Yo it ache my nerves when a sucker MC
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| want to bite the style, it’s juvenile
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| They don’t understand I’m the +Jewel of the Nile+
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| By the right or the write of penpal
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| No problem at all, I got dough
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| And don’t ask me who rip the show
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| You know my pedigree, you know my logo
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| I’m on a mission like Pete (?) and So So
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| Tap your heels, like Dorothy and Toto
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| The blunt just rush to my head
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| And don’t be misled by the word I said
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| Yo I gotta have it, just like Ned
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| Pullin more switches than my man ConEd
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| Pullin more switches than my man ConEd. |