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What we have here is a very, serious delicate
Lots of out here always ridin the dick, hmmph
But check out
I like your style, I your stride
And I like motivation
But the late show, we ain't standin for shit
So my man right here he wrote a song about it
Why you sing it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood -- check it out!
Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
me mr. hollywood
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli, for i'm, the jolly
Good fellow, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so don't
Because I rock-well I feel like
I always like, somebody's watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's gotta be that, that that that nigga sweat my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You block my tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you know me
You're just a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're
It's my little pony and you cannot get a
So when you see me homey, just please just step
Step aside, not wlidside, I'm comin from the southside
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't stand it, don't go
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and your card
And nowadays all these dick kids, that wanna be hard
You're fraudulent, I can tell a pussy by his
So sorry, but the van got
And out is how I'm lookin, I'm out for my people
I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't have no
Beat the beater the juice, how far would you go to
You're gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * sings like en vogue*
You down from the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause a sucker

..

We lucky we got em, you can spot em
From a distance, now let's just say for
You got a crank gettin ganked for his bank by some
wench -- is you is, or is you ain't
The
You gotta gotta be, be, to let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too proud to beg, for your
She get your money mo mo money money mo!
I couldn't go out like if it was my first day off of punishment
call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm runnin shit
So don't be to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch, it's the, way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
on my shit, just to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs a lick
If you ain't with the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
Cause I remember the time, the time, the you tried
To me like I was booty but now you're just a groupie
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me I get big don't be forgettin me uhh
But forget you, forgot you, after, I you
It's blo pop time bitch, you set your clock
To the alarm

..

Why'd the sucker mc mc cross the road?
To get to the other !
Why'd the sucker mc sucker mc cross the
To get to the side, now check it out
I got the pep in my step, the in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my backbone
Some shake it to the east, I'm west, well i'ma shake your mid
And i'ma get you suckaz, give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the mouths hey, I the mouths
Cause mom said - don't play wack in the house!
So take that to the backyard
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop you ain't hip?
You found rap, on a street - and lost it
On a parkway, I ain't sayin no names, yo suave
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to the crank
Elvis presley jr., tryin to be somethin you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on
And off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you sell record
Because your is butt, you gotta get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, showin body to me
I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
You got no soul man, and you need to get a
you, ain't, ah-really down..
.. with hip-hop you suckers