| Roll it up, roll it
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| Roll it all night long
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| The only beef I got’s in noodle soup
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| Noodle soup, noodle soup
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| Chicken stock run around like hula hoops, hula hoops
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| Do the loopty loop
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| So why you wanna front for?
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| Get out my face, I’m making it
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| You don’t know what to make of it, complaining shit
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| Wait for it
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| I got you covered if you got it coming
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| Nothing but a baby bitching
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| Imma take a minute, while you’re taking minutes, crazy tripping
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| I’m the guy that chops your onions, it’s my duty to
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| You’re just hungry in the stomach
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| Funny like a bunch of loony tunes
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| Glutton stuff your gullet toodaloo
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| Gotta do the doo, super duper, move the que up
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| The only beef I got’s in noodle soup
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| Roll it up, roll it (You gotta)
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| Roll it up, roll it (Get it)
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| Roll it up roll it (Uhh)
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| Roll it up Get it sold to the public
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| Bowl it up with a branch of broccoli
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| While I’m boiling pork for piggies actin fishy
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| Try this poison batch of oyster sauce
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| That shit cray! |
| That shit cray!
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| That’s what Jay and Ye would say…
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| Go ahead spit a rant
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| Tell me you were sent here by the middle man
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| And i was meant to give a damn
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| But homie I don’t give a shit
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| Fuck ya dinner plans
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| I’ma focus on the bigger picture hit ya with the simple things
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| Flip a finger to ya problems like they’re getting lost Inside a wheelie bin
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| gone rotten like an orange might
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| Alright query this
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| Tell me if you’re feeling it
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| I will not apologize
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| If your bothered by what I really think
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| Yo I got no time, for the bovine
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| Sick and tired of all these primates
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| Tryna fight with me, bringing sides of beef, to my favourite carbohydrate
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| I just came here to get my soup on
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| Keep it crispy like them croutons
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| Pour tout le monde, either move along
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| Or wake the fuck up off that futon bitch
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| I’m the u-don and I goes in
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| Home made bombs, Mitre 10
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| Balling out in Bali like a boss sipping bin tang with my mi-goreng
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| No artificial flavouring, no MSG, just let me be, on the MP3, I’m an MVP
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| Why these whack motherfuckers wanna envy me?
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| Bowl it up hold it
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| Yo my whole team’s smoking phillies
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| Never flowing willy nilly extra chili
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| Try this special sauce
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| That shit flav, That shit flav
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| That’s what Flavor Flav would say
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| Just an average day, tryna catch a break
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| Like samp-a-lin that acetate
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| Watching cash exchange at a rapid rate (What what)
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| Let it marinate, (Uhh)
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| Addictive as that crack cocaine
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| Making up for what you lack in taste |