| I hope that you’re with this, I hope that you’re willing
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| I want to introduce you to a cut called
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| «;Mama Gave Birth to the Soul Children»;
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| Well here comes the goy (Goy?)
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| The truth to the goy
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| You know the one, that ate up like boy
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| Stepping with a step, keeping with a kept
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| Making an appearance with a notty-head set
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| Lunatics you lose cause the Plug 2's singing
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| Peace to the negative, nah, you make the weigh-in
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| Weigh-in, weigh-in, way out of order
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| If you know you’re better, you’d better that you caught a
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| Waving mine a peace sign higher than a kite
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| If you’re feeling sick, it’s alright it’s fever night
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| Don’t do «;Do see do»; |
| and dig in no potholes
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| Cause if you do we calling in March Patrol
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| It’s no different from the verbal last heard
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| Cayumbo is the ruler that’s bond to the word
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| He’s moving more than three feet, jocking with the knee deep
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| Dove is going to leave you with a tweet tweet tweet
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| Next on the menu, we continue with the pasta
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| Dipped in chocolate, served with lotsa
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| Twizzlers and honey, yum yum yummy
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| Lyrics I’m flaunting is good for the tummy
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| Tiptoing in I proceed to the floors
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| Selling much records like a pimp mover
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| Excuse me mommy, Pos wins
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| Cause I’m the A to the Plug W-O-N
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| Brother freak it live for this tribe
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| Now let’s ride down the highway of vibes
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| Pushing that we start cause the soul says please
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| Cutting back with the raps and we don’t get cheese
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| Ducks and we sit need to get ???
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| Cause preacher is the key to the casualty
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| Polaroid flicks are back and you know
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| That the soul is moving on up like the Jeffersons
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| Go mommy! |
| (Repeat 16x) |