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LATEEF: I just / jump outta bed and make my way to the sprinkler / let the
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water wash over my soul from thinker to toe / take a leak and then I lean
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over the sink brushing the teeth / and now I'm in full swing of the morning
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ritual / mumbling the whole rhyme and re-rehearsing my lines / hummin'
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tunes on solo so the voice is prime and ready / steady as a photo through
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the course of time / then I pick out a fit of the proper design / I'm
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dipped fresh like pine yall / that's just in case I get any vaginal /
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action in the place / gotta be sure that the homies get a taste of the
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flavor / I double check and make sure the family got the date / the where,
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when, and how, everthing checked out / super-tight within the SoleSides
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circle of power / but now, where the fuck is X? / he's supposed ta had been
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here an hour ago / shit, no trip, I kick a dope freestyle though / take a
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moment out and give praise and thanks / and I'm thinking 'bout how the
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Quannum gone have the shit crankin' / in a minute no gimmicks, just hyped
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from the start to finish / wonderous night, beats thunderous, us lightin'
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up. / 1st Chorus: LATEEF AND THE GIFT OF GAB: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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yeah hella times /THE GIFT OF GAB: I went to sleep last night watching
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showtime at the Apollo /like a youngun on the night before Xmas watching
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the stockings / go 'round in a dingling and dance over their heads /
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although it wasn't Xmas stockings it was microphones instead /above my
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headrest. / Woke up ate my breakfast, checked off my checklist, called Jeff
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/ just to quest if the guest list was just as requested, yes it was
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ex-cellent, definately we'll bless this, / venue tonight allright, I gotta
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get hyped, midnight is when we go on... / go through my lines a couple of
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times / just to make sure they're sounding tight. / Had some clothes to
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wash, I threw 'um in the washing cycle / blew my nose and flossed and
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brushed. / Jumped in the shower, jumped out to get dressed / I'm on some
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NFL sike shit, they'll bear witness. / I'm leaving sound check a mess at
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six, I give a call to X, / "man let's get to rounding up the caravan." /
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It's a gonna be another one of those nights, the horn / is blowin Lyrics
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Born and Lateef are already in the car with Chief / and we about to strike
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tonight, shine like litebrights, / quite the hype type, Quannum is that
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abominable shit you like / your listening pleasure / I hope they treasure /
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the endeavor / like something they never / saw or will ever / see together
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/ that was so clever and write me letters / sayin' their head hurts / from
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the pressure / on their mental, although they felt as though they left a
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better person! 2nd Chorus: LATEEF, THE GIFT OF GAB AND LYRICS BORN: more
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and more yeahs and stuff like that / LYRICS BORN: Oh if you only knew how
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it feels doin' shows on the road or at home with your crew, / In the brown
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Jetta, / Due for the sound check soon, / Townsend had fell through, DNA
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Lounge? / Oooh god, I feel sorry for that poor retard, / Whose gonna
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coordinate reordering the parts, / When the SoleSides guys bogart the
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stage, / They got no regard, / The place is torn apart! / That's the
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mindset going over the bridge, / Average speed we did was about
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seven-fifth, / We was led by a Saturday night western wind flowing through
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the cockpit, / We're ready for soundcheck--or the gig, / Whichever begins
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first it doesn't matter, / Dinner is dessert, and hors d'oveures , and it
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serves amateurs, / And at first Xcel sets up the SL 12 huns, / And we've
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huddled and exchanged three rounds freestyle each, / X cues the records and
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a couple heavy mettlers set up, / Three bottles of effervescent beverages,
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/ And the end is eminent and Quannum's in the house, / We 'bout to give
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you muthafuckas hemorrhages.
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Burning Hot in Cali on a Saturday Night
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| Lateef and Lyrics Born |
