| Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
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| I’m sweeter and thicker than a chico stick
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| Here’s an ice cream cone honey take a lick
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| I go to Bay Plaza and catch a flick
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| Wore my Timberland boots so I can stomp ticks
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| Scandalous get a wiff of this mist
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| Just like the Yar Boys now I’m blissed
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| I feel good per say good state of mind
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| Drive a red Sterling and the seats recline
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| I love it when a lady treats me kind
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| Go to Tavern on the Green have a glass of wine
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| He say, she say I heard it through the grapevine
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| No static, got an automatic
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| Too much of anything makes you an addict
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| Smooth B Greg Nice Slick Nick click
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| Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick…
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| (Smooth B)
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| Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
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| I was on 125 and Saint Nick
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| Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain
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| Under my heart three clouds of pain
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| She got the best of me What was her destiny?
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| Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime… ter
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| My mind is in a blur
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| Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur
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| Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together
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| We were inseparable, noone could sever
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| At least that’s what I thought
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| But later I fought with her substance
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| And almost ended up in Supreme Court
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| When I was on the road doing shows getting biz
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| She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends
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| And even when she crashed my whip I didn’t flip
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| My man Slick Nick said Smooth you’re starting to slip
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| Time went on I started noticing weight loss
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| Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse
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| At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I’m sorry
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| But I keep having visions of snow
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| I need doe
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| And I said woah little hottie
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| I’m not DeLorian, Gambino or Gotti
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| I don’t deal coke, and furthermore you’re making me broke
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| I’ll put you in a rehab and I won’t tell your folks
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| And what do you know
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| In 18 months she came home and I let her back in And now she’s sniffing again… |