| The rapper you gotta have in your chatter,
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| You be gatherin data, to mom and dad it’s a matter,
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| Cause they lad is fanatical, for this vladic, this radical,
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| Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
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| Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin the speech I teach my beast I eat,
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| when records released by,
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| They favourite artist invaded they hearts and the way that it started my latest
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| they’d have paid it regardless,
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| Ever been to a Tech show? |
| (I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t)
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| Then why you stoppin and poppin me out the deck for?
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| Heard that I got the best flows? |
| (I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t)
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| Granny clippin, trippin with Ellie and Jethro,
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| For listenin to my music they choose it, they use it,
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| As therapy they’re on me when I do this, they lose it,
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| They mommy and daddy wanna ban me, I’m loud like a wild banshee,
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| I’m roudy and antsy maybe that’s why they can’t stand me for real,
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| These are people who can’t stand me,
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| Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
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| Who be callin me uncanny,
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| Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
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| They tell ya,
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| I’m no good to you, but you don’t listen to me,
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| I’m the one you love, but you people can’t stand me,
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| She heard this rap kid is a stack getta,
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| But Dad lit up when he saw that the kid was a black nigga,
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| And she’s a wack bitch if the fact backward in her, cause her mama sick cause
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| the lad’s dick is from africa,
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| That’s why they always act shady, we splat babies right at Bradys,
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| That’s maybe the worst for the white lady, that’s racy,
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| No longer match-makey, when the blacks attack white they be watchin the mac
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| lately,
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| Ever been with a black dude? |
| (I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t)
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| You’re prolly thinkin we’re all weed and tattoos,
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| Ever thought white and black’s cool? |
| (I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t)
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| That’s cause you think you’re daughters gettin her back bruised,
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| Your mom’s in your business, she’s in your business,
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| Can’t you see she wants you to keep us niggas at a distance,
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| Separation existing, and here’s cold,
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| This story took place when I was 16 years old
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| These are people who can’t stand me,
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| Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
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| Who be callin me uncanny,
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| Your mama, your daddy, your greasy ass granny,
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| They tell ya,
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| I’m no good to you, but you don’t listen to me,
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| I’m the one you love, but you people can’t stand me,
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| Ves que ellos dicen
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| Que soy malo para ti
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| Si tu me amas
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| Me puedo desangra
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| Desangra
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| No soy bueno
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| Pero te amo
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| Te amo
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| No soy bueno
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| Pero te amo
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| Te amo |