| I’m a cool Latin lover Libra disco king
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| And the ladies all scream when I’m on the scene
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| I got a gold plated plane to fly around the world
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| Just to pick up the mothers of fine little girls
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| I’m in the house yall
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| And it’s a family affair
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| And you can bring your sister she can clip my hair
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| If she ain’t there well then I’m shit outa luck
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| I’m in the house with Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck
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| You like Re-Run
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| Trying to catch my truck
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| It’s me and Double stay chillin up in the cut
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| We’re like Starchy and Hutch but a little more depth
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| I keep the forty on my right and the women and my left
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| I got a gold plated pit bull made out of ice
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| Yo his bark ain’t loud but he sure ain’t nice
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| And if you ask me twice
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| I’m going to tell you the same
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| It’s rap basketball and Doctor J is the name
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| Cuz I’m bound to go down in the hall of fame
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| And you can see my picture chillin up in the gold frame
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| Type that yall
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| And you just don’t stop
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| And that ya playing Pac-Man and running from the cops
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| It’s like a nice chocolate sundae with a cherry on top
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| I got a leather Cadillac and I love to Hip-Hop
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| Cuz people always saying P ain’t about nothing
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| But that’s for the birds like Thanksgiving stuffing
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| Cuz when I disco
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| I always prove my point
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| Yo I’m out baby brother
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| Pass Double the joint and
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| Hang Loose Yall
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| Hang Loose
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| Hang Loose Yall
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| Hang Loose
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| (Double K)
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| Real fresh, Haha
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| Like a lady that just gave birth
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| Double K is my name and LA is my turf
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| I said we party all night like Kool and The Gang
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| Me and the little brother Thes came to show our fame
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| We break the girls hearts and make the jams start
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| Surprise the sleepyheads like a fresh Pop-Tart
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| We up jump the boogie like Scooby-Doo
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| Smoke a doobie or two
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| And hanging out with the crew
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| I keep the green trees
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| So my car smells fresh
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| Take a bath with diamonds
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| I only bought the best
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| Keep my lady well dressed
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| Never settle for less
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| Like a cold can of Miller straight out the ice chest
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| I don’t wear Calvin Klein
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| I wear Louis Vuitton
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| And that’s word to the mothers and brothers of Islam
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| Party people live long cuz it’s just begun
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| Gathered in the same place just to have some fun
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| We’re the cool party rockers
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| The old folk shocker
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| The whack rhyme stopper
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| Take a piece of something proper
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| I’m out for the cash
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| Here to have a blast
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| Couple of friends and some laughs smoking up my hash
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| Got a smile on my face cuz I own the place
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| I got rhymes from Detroit straight to outaspace
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| Emcee’s shut your trap
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| While I kick the old rap
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| Party down with my friends some skinny some fat
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| But one thing is for sure when we all Hang Loose
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| We tell stories bout our rhymes like a Mother Goose
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| Or Dr. Seuess
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| It’s the rap in the hat
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| So take that party people, take that ha ha ha ha
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| Hang Loose
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| Hang Loose yall
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| Hang Loose
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| Hang Loose Yall |