| Yo, yo…
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| Last shit… hot shit…
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| It’s that last shit…
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| Funk shit…
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| Last shit, and you can flip it on over, play it again… you know what I’m saying?
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| Hey, would someone pick the drum up? |
| I think I just knocked it over…
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| Yo, this one’s for the wack MCs
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| Who said they had an album coming out
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| And said my shit wasn’t gonna rock, play it again
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| Dedicated to the Spanish kids
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| Who never got jerked for a lunch ticket
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| My peoples, play it again
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| Yo, this one’s for mob dudes
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| Who said I wasn’t in the studio
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| I was out getting in some shit, play it again
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| Dedicated to my friends who said
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| We’d never finish this goddamn album (word?), man, play it again
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| Yo, this one’s for all the bitchs
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| Who said, «You gotta have 2Pac beats in order to rap!»
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| Stupid bitch! |
| Play it again!
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| This is for th girls that left me
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| Back when I wouldn’t sweat 'em
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| Hotter than these rhymes and tracks, so play it again
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| Yo, this one’s for Martin and Darren
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| Who didn’t think it was ever coming out
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| Y’all niggas crack a brew and play it again
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| Dedicated to those
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| Who always loved real hip-hop
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| Made in the West, man, play it again and again and again and again
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| I don’t think they got it from us…
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| They didn’t get it… let the white guys tell 'em… Tell 'em!
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| Let those white guys tell 'em what’s up!
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| Play it again and again…
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| Ho!
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| Play it again and again…
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| Ah, that’s lovely… Why don’t you guys… you know…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Yeah!
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| Hey, uh, why don’t you guys change it up for the people one time…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Ah, that’s beautiful… love that…
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| Yes… it’s all so funky…
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| Got to have a tape on my side
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| In your Walkman!
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| Got tape on my side
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| In your mom’s car!
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| Got to have a tape on my side
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| With a pickle!
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| Got to have a tape on my side
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| On Pico!
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| Got tape on my side
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| At the Burger King!
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| Got to have a tape on my side
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| In the bus stop!
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| Got the tape on my side
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| At the Spudnuts!
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| Got to have a tape on my side
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| When smoking beedis!
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| Oh, man…
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| Aw, man…
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| Got it great, man!
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| Why not let the white guys come back in, sing it one more time for the people!
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| Yeah… y’all niggas do it! |
| C’mon!
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| Play it again and again…
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| And again… and again…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Play it again… Naw, I can’t sing with y’all, y’all niggas is too funky,
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| man… do it one more time…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Shit! |
| Man, I’m glad we hired these guys here, man… they getting it across…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Hell yeah… hell yeah…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Hell yeah… play it again and again…
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| Play it again and again…
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| Play it again and again… People Under The Stairs… 19−90… 19−90… 19−90…
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| 19−90-whatever… 90-whatever… 9-whatever… yeah… Thes One in the house… Double K
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| in the place… Zordan in the place… Big Q in the place… and everybody…
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| everybody…
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| Play it again and again…
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| I took it home that night and analyzed it
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| Rewound the tape over and over, and memorized it!
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| (repeats with scratches)
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| We are soldiers in God’s army |