| Okay party people in the house…
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| This is something you never witnessed before…
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| Yes, it’s the incredible doug e. |
| fresh…
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| With his partner, the grand wizard mc, ricky d
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| D, and that’s me in the place to be.
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| We goin’to do it for '85, kick it live, allright?
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| Cuz you know, you’re all sick of all these crap rappers
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| Biting their rhymes because of they’re back steppers.
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| But when it comes to me and my man doug fresh here,
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| There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah.
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| But as impress, which we approve
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| And yeah, we realize that we are on the move,
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| So listen closely so y’all don’t miss
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| As we go a little something like this, hit it!
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| La-di-da-di…
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| La-di-da-di…
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| La-di, da-di!
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| Yo peep this
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| La-di-da-di, we like to party
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| We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody
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| We’re, just some men that’s on the mic
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| And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic right
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| For all of y’all, keep y’all in health
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| Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
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| Cause it’s cool when you cause a cozy conditioning
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| Which we create, cause that’s our mission
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| So listen close, to what we say
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| Because this type of shit happens everyday
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| I woke up around ten o’clock in the morning
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| I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and
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| Went to the bathroom to wash up Put some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup, said
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who is the top choice of them all
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| There was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted
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| The mirror said, «you are you conceited bastard!»
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| Well that true, that why we never had no beef
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| Then i washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
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| Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail
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| And then i grabbed the file for my finger nails
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| I’m true to the style on my behalf
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| I put the bubbles in the tub so i could take a bubble bath
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| Clean, dry, was my, body and hair
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| I threw on my brand new gucci underwear
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| For all the girls i might take home
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| I got the johnson’s baby powder and the polo cologne
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| Fresh dress, like a million bucks,
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| Put on the bally shoes and the fly green socks.
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| Stepped out the house stopped short, oh no Went back in i forgot my kangol
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| Then i dilly, dally, i ran through the alley
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| I bumped into this homegirl named sally from the valley
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| This was a girl playing hard to get
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| So i said «what's wrong?"cause she looked upset
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| She said uh, «it's all because of you
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| I’m feeling sad and blue
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| You went away
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| And now my life is filled with rainy days
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| I love you so How much you’ll never know
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| Cause you took your love away from me»
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| Now what was i to do
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| She was crying over me and she was feeling blue
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| I said, «don't cry, dry, your eyes
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| Here comes your mother with those two little guys»
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| Her mean mother steps and says to me «hi!»
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| Hit sally in the face and punched her in the eye
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| Kicked her in the belly, and stepped on her feet
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| Slammed the child on the hard concrete
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| The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
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| Something was wrong i said what was going on?
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| I tried to break it up i said, stop it, leave her
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| She said, «if i can’t have you she can’t either»
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| She grabbed me closely by my socks
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| So i broke the hell out like i had the chicken pox
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| But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick
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| She put a finger in the face of mc rick, and said
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| «why don’t you give me some play?
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| And we can go cruising in my (oj)
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| And if you give me that ok
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| I’ll give you all my love today
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| Ricky ricky ricky, can’t you see
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| Somehow your words just hypnotize me And i just love your jazzy ways
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| So mc rick my love is here to stay»
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| And on and on and on she kept on The bitch been around before my mother’s born
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| I said, «cheer up!"i gave her a kiss
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| I said, «you can’t have me i’m too young for you miss»
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| She said, «no you’re not,"then she starts crying
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| I says, «i'm nineteen», she says, «stop lying!»
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| I said, «i am -- go ask my mother
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| And with your wrinkled pussy, i can’t be your lover!»
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| To the heart tick tock you don’t stop
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| To the heart tick tock you don’t quit, hit it!
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| …don't ever forget, doug e. |
| fresh, and mc ricky d… |