| All right party people, bust a groove
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| It’s guaranteed to shake your butt and make you move
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| I got a little something fly ass, gonna kick you high
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| It’s not a drive from my little rut
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| It’s not for your earhole that we call a bug
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| Ya know what I’m sayin'
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| Now bust it out
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| There is a lot of people out there
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| That’s building up a force
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| Of course that we call a posse
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| None will be grown when you got to cope and you gall
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| You start up with two
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| And you end up with two thousands by the millions
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| You dig what I’m sayin'
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| Now there’s a lot of posses out there
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| Trying to take over posses
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| And trying to turn those possses
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| Into their posse
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| But when you got too much
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| Like the gear grabbin' such and such
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| Nobody can take yours
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| So they’ll be sweatin' from the paws
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| Trying to take whatcha got
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| They’re so hot from the pot
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| Do they get the bad cold
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| An' those riding with the
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| Ya know what I’m sayin'
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| What do you got to say about this
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| A force so strong that you can’t resist
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| You may as well join 'em — you know you can’t beat 'em
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| Pack a hundred people — ya know ya gonna need 'em
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| Straight with the system is down by law
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| Cause every half hour they get nine more
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| They run all the dollars that come in town
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| So either join the crew or get beat down
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| I watched all the guys be so damn cruel
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| Try to get fast — you must be a fool
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| Blood through and through — the boys don’t play
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| I seen 'em tax and run an operation today
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| They got too — too — too much posse
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| Yeah, I had a party — much people came by
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| I’m talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly
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| Chillin' in my room — chewin' off her ear
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| Chillin' stypid fly — cause I got stupid gear
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| My door kicked open by her man and crew
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| The 'g' turned to me and said, «Who're you?»
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| I said, «Yo fly. |
| Yeah the 'g' lied.»
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| Stuck in the corner while the 'g' cried
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| And then from the back — my homeboys came
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| Wear Uzis and knives and said, «Go blame.»
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| Ya lying ass girl with the fake tears
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| We got a big posse and we show no fears
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| We got too — too — too much posse
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| We got too — too — too much posse
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| And I’m get ready to step off
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| Ya know what I’m sayin'
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| And all you posses out there
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| That’s trying to help posse to posse
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| Yo, we gotta stop that as
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| Scatter your brain from here to White Plains
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| Ya know what I’m sayin'
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| We got the shit that you just can’t fuck with |