| These are my favorite songs of all time*
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| So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (rhyme)
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| I made this song for you to rock
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| So put four quarters in the jukebox
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| These are my favorite songs of all time
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| So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (rhyme)
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| I made this song for you to rock
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| So put four quarters in the jukebox, jukebox
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| Since Dana Dane’s «Nightmares,» I knew you were the one
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| The way you spoke to me through «The Sample and the Drum»
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| Good Lord, «The Message» you sent to the young world
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| opened my eyes then my destiny unfurled
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| It was «Me, Myself and I,» chillin with a buddy
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| A «Microphone Fiend» who never thought about the money
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| In the «Summertime,» everybody was listenin
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| when the cars drove by with the boomin system
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| I needed an «Around the Way Girl» who wasn’t a slut
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| I picked Gina, cause she had a «Big Ol' Butt»
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| She and I got closer with every kiss, and each hug
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| But she left and gave me «The Gas Face» cause I had peach fuzz
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| At home base, we were «Steppin to the A.M.»
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| 'Til the «Stick-Up Kids» pulled out weapons and started sprayin |
| We pushed it along, and went to get some gumbo
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| But «I Left My Wallet in El Segundo»
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| A lot of heads out there, be «Fakin' the Funk»
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| So they better hit the deck, when I pop the trunk
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| At halftime, that’s «When the Fat Lady Sings»
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| It’s a friendly game of baseball when this «New Jack Swings»
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| I «Party and Bullshit,» on tour in each town
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| But if punks jump up, they’ll get beat down
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| And you could throw your guns, but make sure they don’t «Jam»
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| Slow down, before you get «Slam"'ed
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| The «Scenario» is this, never come wack
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| In showbiz, I want my pockets fat not flat
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| My ex was a mentirosa, she always liked to lie
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| She kept on «Passin' Me By,» for those other guys
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| I «Know-the-Ledge,» but she didn’t «Understand»
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| I could get psycho, and +just kill a man+
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| «Tonight's the Night,» «Miuzi Weighs a Ton» under my pea coat
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| I’m «Poppa Large,» big shotter than East coast
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| I compose symphonies, only when I’m drunk
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| And «Reminisce» on the times when homies would never front
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| Swingin ep’s in the «Back of the Jeep» with chick girl chillin |
| Just ask her, her «Pink Cookies Got Crushed by a Building»
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| But after that, I fronted like I never knew her
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| Cause her «Juicy» ass smelled like it was straight from the sewer
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| «I Get Around» like a ferris wheel
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| And come cleaner than a new pistol, to get «Mass Appeal»
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| I’m from «Bucktown»; |
| don’t try to take the throne
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| Cause it’s «Operations Locked Down»
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| Sippin «Gin & Juice,» and «Today Was a Good Day»
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| I got a bag of «Blue Funk» and I’m smokin it with «Camay»
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| On my front stoop, kickin «Flava in the Ear»
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| I’m «Sittin on Chrome» so you got nothin to fear
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| Everything’s «La Schmoove,» I bag the «Tenderoni»
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| Now all I wanna know is «Where My Homiez?»
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| … Yo Marco play that next shit! |