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[Madd]
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I've got nap shit, I keep the fro way down my back
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Clippity clippity claps when brothers talking pro-black
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Fried chicken eatin' vicin', crack vial kickin'
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Pay attentionnever missin' back alley pissin'
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Apple pies, never, sweet potatoes, better
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Keep $2.50 and a hotie just in case a rainy weather
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North side dweller, can't ya tell by the way I stroll
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In case it gets cold keep the Gerry down on hold
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Bold controlled BHP will never fold
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Been fought and sought but ain't never been like sold
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On outs, no hope, typical I be like Goat
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Even had big hopes way back when chillin' broke
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"Politicians and bigots and pigs, oh my!"
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"Politicians and bigots and pigs"
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"Politicians and bigots and pigs, oh my!"
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"Politicians and bigots and pigs"
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[OaTie]
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Well before ya start ta pass out from this verbal lash out
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Ya better get ya cash out so the pigs'll throw my ass out
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There's no way for ya ta understand
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Playin' Mr. 50 Grand, got ya bitties bootie tanned
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Heads gettin' bigger, swiggin' money swiggers
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Livin' in OZ with no dagos or no niggers
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Pigs are pulling trigger and ya paying the fees
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Columbus is ya hero but he's my fucking disease
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Chorus: [All]
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Oooh!!, Ru Down with the Goats
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Oooh!!, And we're gonna cut throats, oooh!!
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[Swayzack]
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Swayzack's gonna react like Jack-in-the-box
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My hair's in plats I likes em wrapped up in lox
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I'm not no chip, I wasn't chopped off no block
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But I smoke chunks of the skunk kinds of crop
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And just like the hats I got in a pack inside my wallet
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Waiting to get put on the rack in the back of that girl's closet
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So turn on the faucet it will allow me to release a little better
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Love and OaTie think I lost it but I betcha
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I'll still get her and not with a letter, a Jetta, or a poinsettia
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Gets it all on merit, not with a parrot like Baretta
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Then she goes "Jack, but I like Feta cheese"
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Said "ya can't make whiz outta that baby, please"
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[OaTie]
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I pledge allegiance to the flag but that's a wack ass drag
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I'd rather Billy Bragg, eyeballing natty rags
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And lag behind on those patriotic ditties
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Peace! ta the coffee cream I dig multicolored bitties
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Titties and booties, slitin' throats is my duty
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Bushsaid "no taxes" but he meant "tutti frutti"
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Brothers with the gats here's where ya gotta tat
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Rat a tat tat Bush's head will splitter splat
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Cause he's vicin' up the various, playing real gregarious
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Frontin' it's hilarious but hus it's precarious
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If the CIA's got a blacklist well sign me right on up
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If I ain't ya cup of tea then ya better clean ya up
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Chorus
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[Madd]
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No slippity slippity slide, never been free ride
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Welfare receiver, my my so was I
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Use ta get a fade back when the price was heavy
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Never had a Chevy, SEPTA was my leeve
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Ta get from here ta there like a young buckscared
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Learned by trial and error ta never ever brake my stare
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The typical American male he's not me and
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I'd rather squat on the stoops and the corners making G's and
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Money cause I got ta feed my honey
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Funny, not a bit cause I got starving tummy
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Sunny, never on my street side
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Rides defied I slip side on the mind
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[Swayzack]
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"Jack-in-the-box ain't no flop or Child's Play"
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"Cause Chuckie got dropped like the cid I did today"
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Enough of that let me tell ya about this uh
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Buddah blessed the spliffs that I twista
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Let me tell ya 'bout the hype and the hoopla
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Kid Shipe's gonna throw ya trough the loop a
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Get it done with a mic and a drum
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Pound it down and round it to sum one
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Now ya tell me that's hard way ta come off a
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Cause I'll put ya in a ditch like Jimmy Hoffa
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So you five dollar sheep on the range
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Better call Bo Peep before the Goats make change
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Chorus
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RU Down Wit Da Goats
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| The Goats |
