| All that I need
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| Look at all the love we found
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| I won’t run and pull no one jack move
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| They love us for the Kingston sound
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| Flava Flav and I.C.E
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| Once said somethin' that made me
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| Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground
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| But I just can’t leave the pad
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| 'Cause I’ll surely wind up dead
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| 'Cause I know they’re out there
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| Waiting and watching for me
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| Still, I got my yellow cat
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| And my wooden baseball bat
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| And my shiny silver gat
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| And if my homie got my back
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| Then I’ve got
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| All that I need
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| Look at all the love we’ve found
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| I won’t run and pull a one jack move
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| They love us for the Kingston sound
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| I won’t slip and I won’t trip
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| Send Matt Vargas to regrip
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| While I’m wrenchin' on my ride
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| In that secret pad where we hide
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| There’s always lots of fun stuff to do
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| Like relax and design a brand new tattoo
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| Playin' with my crossword puzzle book
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| I’m even learnin' how to cook
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| Have you seen that little whore, Betty?
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| Someone said that she stole my freddie
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| And if she made off with my last clean rig
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| I’m going to kill that fuckin' ditch pig
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| So what?
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| Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad
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| 'Cause I know you’re talkin' about me
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| Makin' it hard to live
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| 'Cause I don’t want no money fee, don’t want no money down
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| My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest dope spot in town
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| I just take it nice and easy
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| Don’t want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me
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| 'Cause all that I need
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| Look at all the love we’ve found
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| I won’t run and pull the one jack move
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| They love her for the Kingston sound
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| Baby, you wanna give me kisses sweet
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| Only for a night, with no repeat
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| Baby, you wanna leave and never call
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| Oh, but the taste of honey is worse than none at all |