| You know I got five people inside of me
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| Tryin' to take control my body
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| I know they’re there, without a doubt
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| 'Cause every once in a while, they’ll all speak out, like
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| What is it? |
| What can it be?
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| Get wizz it, get bizzy
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| Don’t laugh 'cause I can’t control it
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| I try my best to hold it and hold it
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| But, you see, they got the best of me
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| Hon, hon, poo, poo, merci, oui, oui
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| I wish they’d leave me alone, and then I’ll be free
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| Ah, Doctor Ice, so sorry
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| I be fightin' with my boy, ya can’t control me
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| 'Cause I truly admire 'im, that’s what my father told me
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| Be careful what me make the young girl bawl
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| So spar with me, I don’t spar at all
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| Yo, it’s gettin' crazy, it’s gettin' outta hand
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| Five personalities is more than I can stand
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| But, uh, bear with me until it’s gone
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| Uh oh, I feel another one coming on
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| What’s up, party people in the place to be
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| My name is Miguel, chief rocker MC
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| I’m chillin' in the to be, zhu know
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| And to you sweet young ladies, beso
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| Tu eres linda y quero sabra tu nombre
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| Para
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| Para mi Pariso |
| Uh, check it out, ya know
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| See I could be a married man with a beautiful wife
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| But, then again, I’m living the (hoh, hoh, hoh, but it’s just so ridiculous)
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| life
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| Split personality, split personality
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| I can’t control my split personality
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| Split personality, split personality
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| I can’t control my split personality
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| Well, I’m a singer, a dancer, a rapper, too
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| I could do anything that anybody could do
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| I can act like a crook and steal a book off a shelf
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| Or I can act like a cop and arrest myself
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| To do this, you must have a strong mentality
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| In other words, gotta have a split personality
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| And matter of fact, to be exact
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| Come to think about it, I’m somewhat like that
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| 'Cause a split personality goes and comes
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| Like two people trapped inside of one
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| One’s a nice person, the other is not
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| One drinks cold water and the other drinks hot
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| One minute you’re in my arm and I’m feeling you around
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| Then before you know it, baby, I’m beatin' you down
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| The I’d say sorry and together we cry
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| Then I’d look you in your face, and spit in your eye |
| Then I’d snatch a baby’s lollipop, but then give it back
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| Smile at his mother before I get slapped
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| Help an old lady across the street
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| Then I’d trip the crab by sticking out my feet
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| But then I’d pick her up before she dirties her dress
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| And charge her five dollars for all that mess
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| First a softy, a bully, then hard again
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| So, baby, please tell me when will this end?
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| I used to get high, but now my system is dry
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| I used to tell the truth, but now I lie
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| As the girls go by, I used to say «Hi»
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| But now I dis 'em, with no reply
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| I know I ain’t right, but that’s the way that I am
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| Excuse me, if ya might, but I don’t give a damn
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| 'Cause I try to be polite, but sometimes I miss
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| And get rude, and say things like this
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| Hey, you! |
| Yo, I’m talkin' to you, black!
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| Are you stupid, or were you born like that?
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| Come on, give me an answer, not three million
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| In fact, SHUT UP, how dare you voice your opinion
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| You skeezer snatcher, big disease catcher
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| Gonna, gonna, get 'cha
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| Get 'cha, get 'cha, got 'cha
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| Don’t blame it on your father, you told me that ya love 'im |
| Blame it on your mothers, all five of 'em
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| From what I see, ya got a problem, man
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| Comprende, capiche, caput, understand?
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| If you were smart, you’d probably do this instead
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| Take your brain out your pants and put it back in your head
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| Then I’d apologize with a sweet apology
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| It’s not my fault, it’s the person inside of me
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| Split personality, split personality
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| I can’t control my split personality
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| Split personality, split personality
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| I can’t control my split personality |