| Jump, jump Geronimo, buckle up and here we go
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| I’m here to entertain and introduce my name
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| I’m Skee to the Lo and I’m here to do a show
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| And if you forgot or do not, then act like you know
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| If you could see this wannabe, I’m makin' sure you’re readin' me
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| Know of me, knew of me, let me hear your demo
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| I rushed it, rushed it to the toilet and I flushed it
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| Cause cuss words are hush words, so shh, I’m disgusted
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| Just sit back, baby listen to your radio
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| Baffled as a bat, sayin', «Who is that?»
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| It’s the mad, mad ones from Mad Tracks
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| Makin' mad beats for you punks to get mad at
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| So, if you really want to know to who’s beat am I rhymin'
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| Really doesn’t matter, cause I’ma make ya scatter
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| I might get through but if you wanna start
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| 3 'o' clock, we can take it to the park
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| I’ll be waitin' for ya
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| (*"Come on" scratched several times*)
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| Not unless I say I’ll be waitin
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| Not unless I say I’ll be waitin
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| (Skee-Lo)
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| Snap, crackle, pop, oh wow, look at me now
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| Holy cow, watch me, blow up, blow up, make ya throw up
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| I got mad fills to make mad bills
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| If I want a buffalo ruffa-so big
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| About my chis-nip skills I get ill to make a mill
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| From the basement of my cris-nip
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| Wreck shop and get biz with ruff kids
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| Like Jodeci, makin' sure you notice me
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| Or was we emcees but wanted all our enemies to stop
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| And just run, run from-a, cause I’m the Don Dadda
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| Of rap, and you don’t want to hear that, so
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| The number 1, I’m 2, I’m 3, yo follow me
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| Yo 'nuff respect due to the one who calls me
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| Not Jamaican, a Rastafarian
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| I play Atari and sometimes Nintendo
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| Relieves me from the Indo leaf
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| You got beef and loose teeth
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| But you really wanna start, we can take it to the park
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| I’ll be waitin' for ya
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| (*"Come on" scratched several times*)
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| Wait, waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| Waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| Waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| Waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for
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| Not unless I say I’ll be waitin'
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| Not unless I say I’ll be waitin'
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| (Skee-Lo)
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| Red Rover, Red Rover, now watch me come on over
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| You know I’ll cross the sea as if my name was Noah
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| Watch out cause I’ll blow ya clear across the continent
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| Cause you know Apollo like the Lincoln monument
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| (So hey!) I’m famous, but never call me nameless
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| I don’t like cookies, never been a rookie
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| Played hooky, so whoopee
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| Arrest me, protest me, do with me what you wanna
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| But you know you’re gonna have to give me props, give me props
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| I zip like lock, grab my microphone and rock, bad news on the block
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| Did you forget, forgot, sweat me, not
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| Well listen to the sounds of a rapper go pop
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| The weasel, like diesel I fills up your truck
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| I got the talent so I make the bucks
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| I wreck shops for hip-hop and even recruits
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| Give me a beat so I can flow and I’ma wreck that too
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| Cause I’ll be waitin' for ya
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| (*"Come on" scratched several times*)
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| Wait, waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| Waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for ya (not unless I say)
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| Waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for ya (not unless I say)
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| Waitin' in the park
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| Waitin' for
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| Ya, in the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| In the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| In the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| In the park
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| Waitin' for ya
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| In the park
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| Waitin' for ya |