| Aiyyo whattup son how you feelin kid?
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| Aiyyo man yo I’m killin
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| Yo I was coolin on the corner the other day man
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| Kid said, «Yo how you gonna hit em man?»
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| They don’t know know how you gonna hit em kid
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| They think you, y’know, you’re not in this kid
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| Yea yo son, I’ma hit em real ill kid
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| You know what I’ma do
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| Aiyyo man just tell me how you gon' hit em son
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| Chorus: Nine and 'Froggy Frog' (repeat 2X)
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| Hit em like dis, hit em like dat
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| Hit em wit da real, let em know how you feel
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| Hit em like dis — ribbit, hit em like dat — ribbit
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| Hit em wit da real, let em know you feel — ribbit
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| One — ribbit, two — ribbit
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| The Froggy Frog is ribbitin, all over the place when I’m kickin
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| And — ribbit, make you wanna hop jump pump mine
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| Ribbit — yo Nine, ribbit — hit it
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| I hit the wall like a wrecking ball
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| When I yes y’all, I stand tall, it’s a free for all
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| You don’t understand how I feel when I see that
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| Screen and I see that screen and I FIEND!
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| Ribbit — I don’t think you ready for the ribbit — steady flow
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| Ribbit — I came to go — ribbit Rambo
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| With the greatest ribbit — afro I got ribbit — toe
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| To ribbit — toe, act like you ribbit — know
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| I huff and I puff and blow marijuana smoke
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| I go for broke, I ain’t no JOKE!
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| I’m massive, skills up the
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| Culo
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| Nine rises, like the sunshine, I’m CUCKOO
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| Chorus:
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| It’s flavor, neighbor, next door, hardcore
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| Like Bolivian, white powder, I’m raw
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| Crazy original, still the incredible imperial
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| Lyricist, can’t nobody SEE THIS!
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| I’m sittin on the lilypad — ribbit
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| A fly goes by and I — ribbit — snatch it out the — ribbit — sky
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| Why would you — ribbit — try, you must want to — ribbit — die
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| Pass the — ribbit, pass the — ribbit, thai!
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| I’m gettin open off the hip-hop
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| Boots I knock like a pervert, more Casanova than Levert
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| So sweat me like a shirt,
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| I’m goin bezerk
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| Like DJ Red Alert
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| Ribbit! |
| It’s that ribbit-guy, that you can’t get a
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| Ribbit — nuff of, I came to puff enough — ribbit — funky stuff up
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| Don’t bite the Nine or the — ribbit — Froggy Frog
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| Keep bitin that — ribbit — «Atomic Dog»
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| Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
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| Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay
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| Bow wow -ribbit- yippie yo -ribbit- yippie yay
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| Bow wow -ribbit- yippie yay
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| I got — ribbit flavor, it’s ribbit — major
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| I rip for the cause, ribbit — pause
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| Ribbit — bring it back, Froggy Frog the — ribbit rebel
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| You dig me like a — ribbit shovel
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| I’m on another — ribbit level
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| One for the ribbit — bass, two fir the ribbit — treble
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| I am the Nine, and you are not
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| I flip the script, sell like a crack rock
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| I flip the script, you flip NUTTIN
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| Now who is the rudebwoy numba won raggamuffin?
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| Raggamuffin — ribbit, ragamuffin — ribbit
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| Ribbit — Six Million Ways to — ribbit — Die
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| I’m gettin — ribbit — high, drivin the — ribbit — 4×4
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| On the mountain, ribbit — steady bouncin
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| It’s Nine and Froggy Frog hittin you thick
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| Like a London fog dog
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| You can’t see what I can see
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| So me hafa bring back, the pure Bronx, poetry!
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| Chorus:
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| Like dat in nine-five, and all that good stuff, Nine
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| And yo this is ribbit — Froggy Frog
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| And yo we just came real ill kid!
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| Word recognize, peace |