| Yeah
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| Remember when
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| We put the quarter in
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| Deal with the shift gear
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| Drive as fast and you wouldn’t flip out
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| So what it lookin like
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| It’s like a warm out ten to go
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| Counting my flows
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| Me and the bros
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| Doing damage to foes
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| In emmy haters on the outside lookin in
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| Everybody get your rulers
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| Let these games begin
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| And go out running the streets
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| Sun shining banging beneath
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| The underlying heat
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| Of a Los Angeles day
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| We’re moving too fast gets breaking the sweat
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| Wettin' your neck rest
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| Up in the West where the guns go blast
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| Blast, I’m shooting first
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| Bull’s eye now you’ll step back
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| Green carpet rolling out for my prize
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| I got my eyes on it
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| With Five On It waiting for y’all to get my half
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| I’m dirty not rotten, I’m fresh so do the math
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| I take it and pass
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| Keep the peace, walking the streets
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| The last original beat loopers
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| Moving you like the soup was
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| Intended to last long
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| Die hard troopers who stand strong
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| Like Donkey Kong we chillin' at the top
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| And feel the wrath of the Big P
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| Double woogie-doogie makes you shoogie notice
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| Doubles the one who wrote this
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| You go writers get the cash but punch you
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| Too friendly get the penny pack
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| And kicking the drag on and off your sog
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| We keepin' it tight
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| Boys chilling, feeling the summer mania
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| Night comes the scene change
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| Like the Castlevania
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| Doing musical dope like Jim Hall and Ron Carter
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| Rock harder than breaks on Windfall
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| All in together to the futurefied sound
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| To the treble and bass that’ll break this new ground
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| «rock over London, rock on Chicago»
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| «G. |
| E. We bring good things to life»
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| Diet Pepsi uh-huh
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| They say Spider-Man's a junkie
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| Some of my homies was flunkies
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| I remain to keep it funky
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| To the night was done
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| But when the record stopped spinning
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| And everybody stopped dancing
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| My high came down
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| And I began to run
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| Ey yo, I’m feelin' like Webster
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| Tied to a balloon
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| Now I’m out running the mad cow
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| Jumping over the moon
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| And if I land on my hands
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| On a record of mine
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| Then I’ll needle-ride the funk
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| And everything will be fine
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| And you can out-run yourself
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| But you can’t out-gun the beat
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| We grand steps ahead
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| Repeat the people like lead
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| Hear what I said or what I heard
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| Before I say to get your radio
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| Embedded to the groove
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| Vibrations consume
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| All in together to the futurefied sound
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| To the treble and bass that’ll break this new ground
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| «rock over London, rock on Chicago»
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| «G. |
| E. We bring good things to life»
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| Diet Pepsi uh-huh |