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Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track
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Stop as we drop this bomb
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Blow up this place like another Vietnam
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Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome
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Back up son give me room give me room
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To set it off like this don't give it up
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I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
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Real hard to the bone you want more
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I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
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Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
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So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine
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Roll up on you like Eastwood
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Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
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I spreads butter like Parkay
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Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay
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Do what you feel and check the skill
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I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
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I'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser
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When you're rolling through the hood you want to use a
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Track like this all up in your eardrum
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So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum
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And gets crazy like Prozac
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Hype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attack
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Round one round two knockout
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Straight to your head my round never lights out
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Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
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Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
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Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea
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Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away
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Got more lines than the welfare office
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Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
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Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it
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Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
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Crude as oil unrefined but slick
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I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
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Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch
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That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
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You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
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You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-cue
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Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking
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I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin'
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Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
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I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
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Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you
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Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you
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Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
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Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea
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Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
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Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
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Boom
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| The Bloodhound Gang |
