| There ain’t no way you’re gonna stop my right of way
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| Ain’t no way you’re getting' stomped out right away
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| There ain’t no way while I ride away
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| We can either tear the roof off or we can burn it down
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| There ain’t no way you’re gonna stop my right of way
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| Ain’t no way you’re getting' stomped out right away
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| There ain’t no way while I ride away
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| We can either tear the roof off or we can burn it down
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| I been kickin' the dope phrase since back in the old days (yep)
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| When I would do shows for little to no pay
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| The king of the stone age is spittin' that propane
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| Ya wanna test, Jes? |
| Forget it, there’s no way
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| José, I ain’t slangin' that cocaine
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| But can still bring the funk like a junk to your nose cave
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| When will a chump smell the roses, my bouquet
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| Is potent, one whiff and the crowd’s goin', «Olé»
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| Bravo, they wantin' an encore
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| If not, no ruckus, we show ‘em the front door
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| What you wanna front for when you know that there’s quality?
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| My style’s more Aussie than Volleys or rock-wallabies
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| Stoppin' me, your chances are slim to none
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| From here to kingdom come, I’ma give you some
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| That’s a cut above, sucka MC’s gettin' sucker punched
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| A hundred bucks says they can’t run with the thunderous
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| There ain’t no way you’re gonna stop my right of way
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| Ain’t no way you’re getting' stomped out right away
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| There ain’t no way while I ride away
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| We can either tear the roof off or we can burn it down
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| There ain’t no way you’re gonna stop my right of way
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| Ain’t no way you’re getting' stomped out right away
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| There ain’t no way while I ride away
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| We can either tear the roof off or we can burn it down
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| If you’re nothin' but a flippin' tool (you're a spanner in the works)
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| I’ma come stubborn as a frickin' mule (no doubt)
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| You say you’re deep, but you’re jumpin' in a kiddy pool
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| Doggy paddle in the shallows if you think it’s cool ()
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| So long to a sucker, who wanna rock it proper
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| Like Tuka? |
| I wonder why some ()
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| Top Gunners here to run things, I’m a Hummer
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| You’re a stunned fish who shudder when the drum hits, yo, I punch in
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| Like a eight-oh-eight, ain’t no way you ever
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| Let the fake rotate, a-okay ()
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| fresher than the average, has-beens
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| Jealous when their records end up in the attics still in plastic
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| Classics, only got remembered when they spoke up
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| Yo, I won’t budge if a critic don’t show love
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| No buts, I plan action while most bluff
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| So
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| There ain’t no way you’re gonna stop my right of way
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| Ain’t no way you’re getting' stomped out right away
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| There ain’t no way while I ride away
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| We can either tear the roof off or we can burn it down
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| There ain’t no way you’re gonna stop my right of way
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| Ain’t no way you’re getting' stomped out right away
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| There ain’t no way while I ride away
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| We can either tear the roof off or we can burn it down
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| See if I give a damn
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| I don’t give it back now
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| I don’t give it back now
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Show me the real love, tell me if it’s real love
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| What is really real, y’all? |
| (c'mon) It’s something you can feel
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| I don’t give it back now
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Show me the real love, tell me if it’s real love
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| What is really real, y’all? |
| (c'mon) It’s something you can feel
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| I don’t give it back now
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |