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[Like this! Hit it!]
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[So why has it gotta be so damn HOT?]
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Verse 1: Professor Griff
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I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E.
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Professor Griff in the flesh, sincerely
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Kickin' it off on a ghetto track
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Bringin' to you some actual facts
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From the bottom, known as Miami
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With the help from a posse called the L.A.D.
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Educate is what we do
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With permission from the 2 Live Crew
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'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people
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Who run around, changin' laws, just to say we're equal
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File a complaint, turn in your risume
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'Cause the A.G.S. don't play
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I'm the Griff, and I speak profound
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I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
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Verse 2: Lejuan Love
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Yo, check out the Mr. Mixx beat that I flow off
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While I go off to boast, brag, and show off
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And watch your (??) as I get hyper
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I cause them all to slip in they pants; they need a diaper
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Whoever stereotyped me for each of those nerds,
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I'ma get 'em a fork so they can eat those words
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It was said we can't freestyle in M-I-A-M-I
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We only had the weak rappers, but tell me, am I?
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Lejuan's the type to take your whole gang out
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You musta got curfew, because they can't hang out
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I'm gettin' paid 'cause I'm good; it's no mystery
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You see, I'm rollin' with the man that's makin' history
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Lejuan Love is one of the best around
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I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
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Verse 3: JT Money
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In this type of M-U-S-I-C
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I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see
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I seen professionals, but I'm the better master
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Who you gonna blast up on your ghetto blaster?
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When I start to flow you're guaranteed to hear the raw stuff
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They say I'm dope, nice, super good, or rough
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If you don't know the game, then I gotta show the lame
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That I'm the best out, nobody can flow the same
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Am I a threat? Nobody can say no
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I'm like a volcano, and I'm sure that they know
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When I come off, it's guaranteed legit
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Can you come like this? Naw, that's bullshit
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JT Money is the best around
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I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
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Verse 4: Debonaire
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I got pull like gravity but some got no juice
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Deb in the flesh, well I'm fresh like produce
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Suckas never bite my stuff when they competin'
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It's just too raw for them to think about eatin'
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If y'all ain't heard the word, my rap lingers
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The drop sounds like it's hot and burnin' my fingers
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This rapper's tryin' to front on a real smooth flower
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They ass is grass, and I'm the lawn mower
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Of course I put 'em out like trash 'cause I'm a lyncher
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Attackin' punk rappers like a Doberman Pincher
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They all be like vampires to me, so they oughta
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Walk or get burnt, 'cause I'm the Holy Water
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You say you wanna battle, but that'd be your doom
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'Cause I'll have you on your ass like Fruit of the Loom
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The name's Debonaire and I'm one of the best around
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I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound!
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Verse 5: Brother Marquis
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Though I'm from the bottom, I'm placed by the rest out
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Brother Marquis is one of the best out
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There's no comparin' me, I'm far from bein' so-so
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I top the suckas droppin' fast and flowin' slow
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Puttin' suckas out like I was Nyquil
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I rock on the mike like no other on the mike
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We're your worst nightmare, if not scarier
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Their loss in the (??) new to the area
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The man you can't handle, 'cause I'm just too rough
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They say that I'm good; they should 'cause it's true stuff
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So ain't nobody sayin' that I'm not legit
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They need to wipe they mouth, 'cause they just talkin' shit
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When it comes to droppin' science, I'm the man you can't knock out
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The heavyweight champ that'll take your whole block out
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Marquis, one of the best around
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Yeah, down with Luke and that Ghetto Bass sound!
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This is to Luke From the Posse
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| 2 Live Crew |
