| Ah ha, hush that fuss
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| Everybody move to the back of the bus
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| Do you wanna bump and slump with us
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| We the type of people make the club get crunk
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| Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
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| But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
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| Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
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| We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
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| Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
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| We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
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| A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
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| Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
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| Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
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| Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties
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| Damn we the committee gone burn it down
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| But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now
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| I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
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| To stimulate then activate the left and right brain
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| Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
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| You focus on the past your ass’ll be a has what
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| Thats one to live by or either that one to die to
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| I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
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| Andre, got to her station here’s my destination
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| She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
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| Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain’t comin with it
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| But I’m witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
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| But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it
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| Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
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| Awfully, it’s sad and it’s costly, but that’s all she wrote
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| And I hope I never have to float in that boat
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| Up shit creek it’s weak is the last quote
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| That I want to hear when I’m goin down when all’s said and done
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| And we got a new joe in town
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| When the record player get to skippin and slowin down
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| All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then… |