| The Grouch:
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| Well I dont rhyme over guitars often
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| But im older now maybe i soften
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| Used to not give a fuck and i still dont
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| I dont mean sniffin blow or pill poppin
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| If i said it y’all it was true
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| To what i was and knew
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| I done a lotta dirt a whole pot a dirt
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| I even shot a jerk he’s through
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| Wake up wake up wake up its a stick up
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| Get em up, stand up pick it up
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| Back on the track like a relapse
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| Me im innocent though im talkin beats and raps
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| Not cheap freaks with weaves and crabs
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| I dont hollywood shuffle with squares in drag
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| No need to preach to the mass
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| But i speak like a pro cause i know what i have now
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| And all the people say.
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| Marty J:
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| Oh ohh oh ohh
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| Now that i know, the time
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| Its different i ain’t missin everyday
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| And all the people say.
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| Oh ohh oh ohh (wave your hands)
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| Stay on my toes, get by
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| Theyre listenin if you with me won’t you say
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| The Grouch:
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| Pump the brakes fix my mistakes
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| They get erased like chicks on myspace, dot com
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| Cause im on some next shit
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| Positive energy there’s no deficit
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| Fresh air, well here’s a breath of it
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| Out west where the rest can have they spit
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| College boys go on and pack a dip
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| Me myself and i goin stack a grip
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| With marty j and yeah he’s on the back of this
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| Give us a party player we goin crack the whip
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| No hiss, in any format ya flip
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| Not that old four track backpackin jackin
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| What was underground inventive now
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| Is just in fashion adjust your passion
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| The Grouch out the house still slappin
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| I just know more now go on boy ask him
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| (hook)
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| Marty James:
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| Had my back against the wall
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| My shadow weighed a ton
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| I never learned to crawl, before i tried to run
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| Had me on my knees, prayin for the sun
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| Couldn’t see a thing except all the harm that id done
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| The older i get man the dumber that i was
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| The older i get man the dumber.
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| The Grouch:
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| I heard dont throw in the towel believe
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| In yourself you can achieve
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| Keep your eye on the prize and your hands to the skies
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| And we all gonna rise now. |