| Hit niggas off like Pepper Johnson
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| Oh, uh-oh, you ready L? |
| Aight, let’s go
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| Uhh, uhh, uhh.
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| Ladies shout my name cause I’m sweet like sugar water
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| Some call me daddy cause I treat 'em like my daughter
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| They’ll rush out my name and refer to me as Posi'
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| When I make love I come with like a kamikaze
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| I don’t return 'til the mission is completed
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| And that’s a treat when you’re properly treated
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| Now don’t — say I’m conceited, say I’m convinced
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| My momma called me nasty and I was ever since
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| At school they voted me the one most likely who would
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| But never realized that I’d be so damn good
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| Swift and interchangable, yet remaindable
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| Rhymes intoxicate ya when it spins on the turntable
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| And get you high, higher than a skyscraper
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| When I gets rough, it’s rougher than sandpaper
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| The brother’s still frontin, still front to flex
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| Wouldn’t squeeze the trigger, on a bottle, of Windex
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| Uhh, and ya don’t stop
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| Uhh, a yea yea you don’t stop
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| Uhh, nah nah you don’t stop
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| Uhh, yea yea you don’t stop
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| You bitch ass, niggas!
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| Shout it out to my peeps
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| A B.O.O., you’re in the house yo
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| A Sugar Ray yea yea you’re in the house yo
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| A Al G yeahh you’re in the house yo
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| A Bambaata, a Bambaata
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| A Bambaata, you know you got ta
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| A Jazzy Jay’n, a Jazzy Jay
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| A Jazzy Jay yeah all the way yo
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| Uhh, I shout it out to the Greg Nice
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| Uhh, I shout it out to the Greg Nice
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| Shout it out yo, a to the Showbiz
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| A shout it out yo uhh to the Showbiz
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| Uhh, to the Daddy Kane, a to the Daddy Kane
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| A to the Daddy Kane yea to the Daddy Kane
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| Uhh, a Awesome Two yo
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| The Awesome Two’s in the house they in the house yo
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| A shout it out uhh, a to the Red Alert
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| A to the Red Alert, he gonna make it hurt
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| And then I kick it out to the Pepper Johnson
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| A Pepper Johnson yea Pepper Johnson
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| Billy Bathgate yea Billy Bathgate
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| A Billy Bathgate hey to Billy Bathgate
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| The Zulu Nation yea the Zulu Nation
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| The Zulu Nation yea my mighty nation
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| Uhh, well if forgot anybody
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| Heh, I’ll see you at the Grammy’s, y’knahmsayin?
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| I’m out.
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| And I’m out yo yea yea I’m out yo. |