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Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
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Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?
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To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?
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Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do
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Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
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to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met
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In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
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Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
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but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true
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I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due
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I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin
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Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
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We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes
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One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like
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to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
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When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right
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you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em
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They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt
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(Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse
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Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse
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Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose
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I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
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the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag
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Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
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Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
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Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G
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with the dip that was down with me from the whole front
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Now front me never too cool how-ever
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I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
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Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter
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(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
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skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
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Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring
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Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
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I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse
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If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse
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*phone rings*
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I mean nah, just
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*phone rings*
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[woman] I got it! *click* Hello?
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Well this is the final chapter Hello?
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of me, we're going to rack up Who is this?
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in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house?
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a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What?
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Would you come along with me down Mike is that you?
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the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this?
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I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops
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I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house
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Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this
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picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops
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licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around
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You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this?
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Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What
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I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you
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You thought the day was going to be calling me?
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DULL?? I'll make it very exciting
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I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you
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BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house?
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off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here!
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Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore
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But I had to insist, I had to insist
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Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops!
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overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!!
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Like this... ("like what like what like what")
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(repeat 4X)
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Yo, I'm Audi Geee
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No doubts manufactured
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No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies
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No copies, okay
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Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
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That's what it really is huh?
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Is that what you want? What you talkin about?
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What you talkin bout nigga?
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Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.?
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I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
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of the people in the L.A.
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See the brothers needs some type of education
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And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
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community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
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grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
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the tree if you don't water the grass
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So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh
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Like this... nanananananana, like this
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You can get with this, or you can |