| That shit hittin
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| Ah yes yes y’all
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| (Naw naw man, naw man that ain’t it, that ain’t it. Do that other shit,
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| that other shit)
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| Check it out ch’all, here we go again another one
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| From the man known to run a record wreck and take a stand
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| P-Dog, kickin over breaks that make ya wanna move
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| It’s like that when the black cat get in tune
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| And now you bustin' smiles when styles are ripped
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| So many of 'em ya discover most speakers are split
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| It’s kinda like a little lesson in stressin' the facts
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| And still be kickin' so know where you at, black
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| Listen up to the groove of the cut
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| Feel the funk when the bass hump, tryin to get e niggy Ônuff
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| And feel it hittin'' when the speakers jigglin' like Jello
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| With just enough of that good funky shit to keep it mellow
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| Never fadin' or stayin' on course
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| The only sellin' out I’m doin' is sellin' out tours
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| Somethin for your ear, comin' loud and clear
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| It’s the voice you fear, if your shit ain’t real
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| Keep it comin' one time for your mind on the mic
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| It’s the panther, kickin over breaks you dance to
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| And doin'' devils dirty lickin' lyrics to break beats
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| While buildin' so the children always know where they at, G
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out
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| Check it out ch’all, here I come again with verse two
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| With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you
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| With perk tracks movin' smoother than machinery
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| It’s plain to see I’m finna be another brother catchin' heat
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| I take a stand cause Amerikkka ain’t shit to me
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| And bring ya knowledge of the way it is supposed to be
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| And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick
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| Comin' up with the shit the tricky skunks can’t fuck with
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| Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it
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| But who would have ever thought that we would use it the way we be usin' it?
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| Spittin' facts to my peers and your fear is showin'
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| Cause now the black is knowin' things you thought we shouldn’t know and
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| Gettin ready for a power move
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| Yes yes y’all, ready for the motherfuckin' show and prove
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| So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we’re goin'
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| For the gold but I never sold my soul for it
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out ch’all
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| Check it out ch’all, check it out
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| Now — whose freedom of speech if I can’t reach each
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| There’s no support when you’re black and you’re goin' for yours
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| Yeah, that’s alright
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| As long as niggas killin niggas makin money is nothin' for whites
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| That’s the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it
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| Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years?
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| Blacks was dyin' in the movies and in other records
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| I see the racist motherfucka never said nothin'
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| But that’s the way it is when I run it
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| I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it
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| Well known and prone to break a bone let’s get it on
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| I’m showin' you the facts on wax 'til your mind is grown
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| Huh, and still sayin' what I wanna say
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| I won’t slip still sayin' what I wanna say
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| I won’t slip still sayin' what I wanna say
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| I’m P-Dog and I’m always gonna make it plain
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| Huh, so check it out ch’all, check it out
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| Check it out ch’all, check check check it out
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| Check it out ch’all, check check check it out
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| Check it out ch’all, check check check it out
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| Motherfuckin' right |