| Yeah, uh
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| You think you can turn up the volume a little? |
| Turn it up a little.
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| The beat is ill but it sound better with me
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| Promoe and Wich
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| Now which DJ is iller than DJ Wich (None)
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| Which one touches his production?
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| Who can try to outshine the sun
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| And who’ll outlast my ass in the long run?
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| That’s right, I’m still runnin'
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| Despite the word you heard, they wanna kill money (Who?)
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| Northwest is gonna get real ugly
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| We probably won’t for long but now we still bubblin'
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| With my head in the clouds I start spittin' the vowels
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| Before I run on stage I’m grabbin' a towel
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| Sip some mo' to make sure I ain’t letting you down
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| Reporters, make you sure that you’re getting this down (What?)
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| Step correct when you’re stepping them bounds
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| Promoe and Mike is like a wedding and vows
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| Spittin' nothing but the hot shit makin' you bounce
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| It’s about to get ridiculous now (come on)
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| On a mission to find the essence
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| Life’s a bitch and sometimes it’s stressin'
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| I go in the kitchen and count my blessings
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| Hit the studio with Wich and write down my message
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| They call it stupid not cultural
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| 'Cause every since '83 when I enrolled in school
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| I focused to breaking every bogus rule
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| 'Cause tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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| Put on a jacket and tie, carry they stack full of lies
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| Wave the flagets up high and break my back with a smile
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| In a jacket and tie, carry they stack full of lies
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| Wave the flagets up high and break my back with a smile
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| Smile, smile, smile, smile that Colgate White smile
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| Smile, smile, smile that Colgate White smile
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| It’s important that you look like you’re loving it
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| Smile, while you’re thinking motherfuckin' the government
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| And they say it’s not relevant
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| But right now we right here, so I wrote it for the hell of it
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| And form the music while you voting for some president
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| Pityful you thinking you political, it’s evident
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| That you should stop passing judgment
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| With your ass assumptions, you only flashin', dumbshit
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| In your khakis, flashing your car keys
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| I’m on the frontline, smashing up the patriarchy
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| Decapitate and behead an already dead monarchy
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| Replace 'em with some fresh anarchy
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| Right here right now once again
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| And pretty soon, we’ll suffer from the consequence
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| He’s to political, it ain’t cool
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| But tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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| Put on a jacket and tie, carry they stack full of lies
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| Wave the flagets up high and break my back with a smile
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| In a jacket and tie, carry they stack full of lies
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| Wave the flagets up high and break my back with a smile
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| Smile, smile, smile, smile that Colgate White smile
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| Smile, smile, smile that Colgate White smile
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| So keep your teeth clean and your breath fresh
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| Don’t settle for less or the next best
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| The ads let you know what you worth and how much it’s worth
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| You can’t get it all no matter how much you work
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| But you hit the city for a shopping bonanza
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| And pretty soon there ain’t no stoppin', you’re gangsta
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| You get the floss when you hop in your van, but
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| Who’s the hottest? |
| Listen up for the answer
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| Which DJ is iller than DJ Wich (None)
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| Which one touches his production?
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| Who can try to outshine the sun
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| And who’ll outlast my ass in the long run?
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| Is iller than DJ Wich none
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| Which DJ is iller than DJ Wich (None)
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| Which one touches his production?
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| Who can try to outshine the sun
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| And who’ll outlast my ass in the long run?
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| (Now tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?)
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| Put on a jacket and tie, carry they stack full of lies
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| Wave the flagets up high and break my back with a smile
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| In a jacket and tie, carry they stack full of lies
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| Wave the flagets up high and break my back with a smile
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| Smile, smile, smile, smile that Colgate White smile
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| Smile, smile, smile that Colgate White smile |