| Chill and relax, I’m back in effect
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| Yes, I’m Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette
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| Yes, I’m spoiled, rich like topsoil
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| Still loyal, still the MC Grand Royal
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| I’m still dope, I’m still no joke
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| I don’t care, I’m still wild like Tone Loc
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| I’m swift, a.k.a. a black stallion
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| Fat herringbone, with no medallion
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| Hello, I still got the same funk flow and yo
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| I still get busy like Arsenio
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| When I rock, I need all the girls with me
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| So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney
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| Houston, producing a style that make a smile
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| To make you say, «Ooooohh chilllld!»
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| Bust the steps, the picture, frame it
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| Hall of fame it, hang it, so no one can claim it
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| I rule, brung my style from the Boondox
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| Now my shit pump in the boombox
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| Yo Red, my ears are ringin'
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| I can hear some girl singin'
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| Uhh, rock the mic honey I love the way you sway
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| Plus, I crush that drive me crazy
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| I replied, hmm… (slow down, baby, uh)
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| I’m ill, smooth as Johnny Gill
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| Gill, my my my, I pack steel
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| So back off, softy, here’s an ice cream cone
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| Put down the microphone
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| Thank you, right about now I’m through
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| I’m ghost like Casper… see you!
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| «When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets»
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| Funky fresh in the flesh, the Sooperman grand slams a new twist
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| Scoop this, Redman is milk like two tits
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| I stay, freshly dipped with the nine
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| And a clip on my hip, money-grip, no bullshit
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| I tic-tac on small cracks I’m all that to fall black
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| My jaw snap with raps, so umm, get the balls, Jack
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| Flavor like Flav, plus I’m well paid
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| Own a maid with a blade, mack daddy of the decade
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| At a slow rate, I sparkle like Colgate
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| My dick’s named Machete, I stab much ho-cake
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| I don’t have a car, but own a pair of Reeboks
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| It gets me where I’m going, until my damn feet stops
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| On and on like a switch, bust the mix
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| Jammm, OOPS! |
| I turn up the pitch
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| To make me boom to zoom with the tune
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| To make the cow jump back over the moon
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| It’s Reggie Noble, yeahhh, I’m feelin kinda so-so
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| I dog you like Toto, make Rudolph nose glow
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| Funk out of sight with the type of hype
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| To make you say, umm, a 'Dyn-o-mite!'
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| Chiller, chiller than the Ice on Vanilla
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| I kill more kills than the quils from Tequila
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| I’m down with the green-eyed brother named Erick
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| Charlie, how you rate this? |
| (Hmm, ten like Bo Derek)
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| I’m deeper than a valley, peace to Cool V and Sally
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| PMD, my man Solo, and I’m auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudi…
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| «When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets»
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| «When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets
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| A master of the beatdown, my style’s rugged…» |