| Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'
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| This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny
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| Went up to the front with a menu and his money
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| He didn’t walk straight, kind of side to side
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| He asked this old lady, «Yo, yo, um… is this Kentucky Fried?»
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| The lady said «Yeah», smiled and he smiled back
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| He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac!
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| You be illin'
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| (To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J
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| Front row seat (in free!) no pay
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| Radio in hand, snacks by feet
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| Game’s about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat
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| You finally wake up, Doc’s gone to town
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| Round his back, through the hoop, then you scream «Touchdown!»
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| You be illin'
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| The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party
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| Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi
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| You went up to this fly girl and said «Yo, yo, can I get this dance?»
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| She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin'
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| stance
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| You be illin'
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| (For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left
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| It was salty, with butter and it was def
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| You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood
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| But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food!
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| You be illin' |