So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down
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Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down
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3 dollars to get inside
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LBC flying high tonight
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I need a pleasure release sort of like masturbation
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Yeah, that LBC kick, my malignant fascination with sensation
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It grows, on the mic where I flow
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Hide all your fans cause the shit's about to blow
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I'm gonna stomp, stomp, stomp all the critics
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Cause my lyrics are ideas not finetics
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Reggae-punk-hop will never get tired
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Bring in Adam the Townkrier- Fire!
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Right up in ya, as we continue
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To move the groove that in the end is gonna win ya
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Out, I doubt, no competition
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When I'm on the microphone you listen
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You're missing the point, kid spark the joint
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It's the way that you live, when you're a lucky boy
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This recipe yeah you know me
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This 5-piece band called LBC
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Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
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But my world revolves around me; no it's not conceit
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Just a realization that at first I put myself before you
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So I can stand on my own two feet, right next to thee
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Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic
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I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like
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So skip the trip, and spend the night
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Cause I'm believing that the time is right
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L to the B we don't quit
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With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit
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The 5 of us with this reggae punk child
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Break em on in Stubhystyle
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It's that L dot B dot C dot scene
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Lucky Boys Confusion no we're not from Long Beach
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But from Chicago, we'll make your mind boggle
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If you meet the fungi from Colorado
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Always kicking down with our boys from the Swizzle
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Everybody said our styles would fade and fizzle
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My hair's still skunking don't be perpetrating me
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I've rocking the mic since 1993
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Oh, when I'm frustrated I've got anger in my head
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I think of the relative ease of the life I've led
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So many struggled and died so I may breathe air that's free
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I hope when they look upon me they deem me worthy
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We're just children of this wasted generation
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Trying to make the best of our situation
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So we play our music all night long
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Till everyone will know when they hear this song
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And here we go
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Yes it's that 5 tone Lucky Boy posse
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Pass me the Red Stripe so I can get saucy
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And watch all the girls jiggle-wiggle their hips
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Point to us and they pucker their lips
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This LBC let me tell you what's in store
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We'll play all night if you scream encore
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It's the way we jam
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LBC (Labuck) hits the stage don't try to compete
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Ryan sits down and lays down the beat
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Adam steps up and he matches the groove
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Joe kicks the lead and J starts to move
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Bop chicks do their off beat phish dance
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420 Geeks try to make room
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Carlito's getting naked and we're dancing, we're dancing
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This is one from the Townkrier, come to get you higher
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Happy to engage in the smoke like a fire
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Boom! Come on and make room
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Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer
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Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan
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Get high, get by any way I can
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I drop the flow you drop the flavor
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Kick the bassline just ask the neighbor
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LBC
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| Lucky Boys Confusion |
