| Back up boy forty five feet
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| Always looking for a freebie
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| Why don’t you let up sometime
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| Hawks out here with his axe n' me with this lead sheet on
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| Trying to scuffle up those two’s n' fews
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| For uncle so’s I can bail out my full orchestration
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| Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn’t feed
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| Grass to a horse in a concrete pasture
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| He’s so tight he wouldn’t buy a pair of shorts for a flea
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| Just look at him n' dig that vine
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| All off tome his strollers look like he’s ready to
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| Jump he’s playing ketchup n' I got to tighten his wig
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| Hold it down n' I’ll come up with line two like I said
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| Ain’t nothin' to it, just here
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| Ain’t nothin' to it, just here
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| Ain’t nothin' ain’t nothin' to it just here
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| I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in
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| The drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks
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| Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her and
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| Weaving the four f’s all around her
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| I nixed her out long ago, man, she’s too sometimey
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| She will and she won’t
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| She do and she don’t always on the fence and
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| Sleeps with her glasses on
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| Man
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| Man
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| Ain’t nothin' ain’t nothin' to it just here
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| She’s faust to me, so skip it and forget it
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| She’s faust to me, so skip it and forget it |