| The Grouch:
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| Dont drop the ball just drop your jaw
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| We’ll drop a jewel he’ll top a fool
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| Sit and spit in the ware of unwritten rule
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| Scriptin' the dict in diction good for ya too
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| There’s some voyeurs who will employ us times a million
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| Am I the villain? |
| No im the hero, keep this clear
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| So when I get near those speakers your ears grow closer
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| Drop it on the 1 we’re s’posed ta
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| Interfere with this here we’ll roast ya
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| Red rover send Z and G over
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| Heard you had a daughter who wanted the poster
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| She asked me so I autographed it
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| You ain’t gotta worry your kids oughta slap it
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| Thats why on the net we get all the traffic
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| And in real life real loves automatic
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| Zumbi:
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| The Grouch:
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| Just dippin rippin through the kick in
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| Style flippin slippin know the difference
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| I seen my whole life in the distance
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| Thats why when I write it ain’t senseless
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| Let me reinvent this turn the wheel
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| We already moved 12 inches ill
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| Seal the deal but dont drop the feel
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| Pop off the top dont knock off the reel
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| Zumbi:
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| Yea I jump in the ocean the coast to the moon
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| Run to the sun while the bass go boom!
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| Yea they call me young zoom give me more room
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| Cause I came with my click negatives consume
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| Cookin up soul food heroes go good
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| In your city in your town suburbs to the hood
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| For the squares of the playas bumpin on back woods
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| Drop it on the 1 so its understood |