| Shh-shh-shh-shh. |
| da-da da-da
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| Ohh, shit! |
| Haha. |
| da-da da-da?
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| Da-da da-da (yeah like that) da-da da-da
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| (This how it go) da-da da-da?
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| Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
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| (Two thou’style) da-da da-da?
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| Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
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| Aiyyo Tha Alkies set the trends that the whole world follow
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| Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
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| (Are you a role model?) Not, CaTash’ll steal yo’beatbox
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| I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggaz with cheap shots
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| The gunner — Wonderman, Wonderwoman husband
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| The stunner — fuck with us y’all niggaz must be buzzin
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| I love it; |
| we coulda been washed like dirty dishes
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| but the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes
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| First I wished for health cause I be thinkin bout myself
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| I be drinkin by myself, livin shrinkin like an elf
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| Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
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| Young niggaz with money, that’s somethin we need to think about
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| Cause we could be the President, we could be the Senators
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| Right now niggaz think we just drug dealers and janitors
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| We big, that’s big, we large, in charge
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| I told the Genie next I want a car like the stars
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| A Bentley, a Coupe, a truck with the OOP
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| With the three level seats for when it’s time to scoop my group
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| I thirst, for loops, I told the Genie next
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| I want the King Tee albums plus Xzibit on cassette
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| Next, I told the Genie like it or not
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| Last wish I hope you die cause I want yo’spot
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| Tash come from rock bottom want funk beats we got 'em
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| I can bust my shit in spring you won’t catch it 'til next autumn
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| We taught them niggaz how to rhyme this hot
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| We drink a lot, smoke a lot, da-da da-da, da-da da-da
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| . |
| da-da da-da?
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| Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
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| . |
| da-da da-da?
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| Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
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| Babylon and chron'- six foes on the line
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| Smashin down Avalon like a ghetto amazon
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| Brown-bagger; |
| take it to the head like Marvin Hagler
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| Livin underground like a badger
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| Wall to wall like a tagger — original pants sagger
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| Bite my rhymes and your whole grill might shatter
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| Remi and Hennesey, fuckin up my bladder
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| If your girl say she know me then I probably got at her
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| Sometimes I’m hard to find like downtown parkin spaces
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| I’ma be old and grey and still flirtatious
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| Remove my shoes for foot races, primitive man ate fish
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| But MC’s are the latest on my dish mentally spacious
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| You didn’t create this so you, naturally hate this
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| Wait Miss, do you like what you see? |
| How do you rate this?
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| Relax I’m not a rapist just, one of the greatest
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| Born winner hair full of basses opposite of weightless
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| Mastered the art of holdin bottles double-fisted
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| X.O Hennesey fifth, unassisted
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| We not promotin drinkin, we just havin some fun
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| Fuck it, we drink in Appleton and Nantucket
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| Mashin down Van Nuys, puffin stress in the bucket
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| Ghetto hip-hop for the public, you love it At Lovitz, you love the Alkaholik wino
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| Pissin off the strippers up in the spearmint rhinos
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| You like that? |
| A like da da-da
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| Okay, here we go, original, liquor sto’flow
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| Ghetto non-mellow pissy drunk alkapella yo'
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| average, everyday around the hood fellows
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| Though we always bring the ruckus we some wild motherfuckers
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| Niggaz call me CPR — I help rap music breathe
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| with beats and rhymes you wouldn’t believe
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| What I did is that you couldn’t conceive
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| with a ho on each sleeve with a crew of niggaz rollin on D’s
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| It’s them Alkaholik niggaz flowin with the toilet niggaz
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| Party-crashin raid-thrashin beer-smashin brolic niggaz
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| Peers drinkin irrational thinkin don’t give a fuck about nuttin
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| Blame it on the alcohol consumption
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| Yeah we overdid it, I had to admit it It’s Tha Likwid, we underground rap music’s prime ticket
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| Sick wid it, E-Swift be quick with it Everytime I spit it forget it, y’all need to quit it
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| (Sing it!) |