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[Featuring Rayshel]
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[Common]
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I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
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I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
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with a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it to the bus stop (what?)
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and it's goodie goodie gumdrops
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I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
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I'm skippin over every other dip as if it's
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hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hopscotch watch
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Aiy aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol' girl
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She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.)
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Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin?
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I'm doin fine.
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Oh word? What's your name?
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Rayshel.
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Why don't you come over to the house so I can put you in the
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BUCK BANG!
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Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a second
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You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked
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in my headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom
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Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max Headroom
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Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer
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I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin the
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vaginal area, fallopian tubes and your cervix
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I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens
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I find it beneficial; not to force the issue
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I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue
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Use em and throw em away, see a hoe a day is essential
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If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
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cause I rock a buyer babe on the treetop
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And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock
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I'm like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But Cock
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I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump pump it up yo, like a Reebok
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Hey, I don't sell junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog
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And when I Duke it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog
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Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh! pain
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That's the sound of the Caravan... running the train
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yeahhhh yeahh, bitch
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That's the sound of the Caravan, running the train
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Owwowhwahaheha! Check it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye!
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Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh!
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Twilite Tone got tricks up my sleeve
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Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve
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Yo DRK got tricks up my sleeve
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De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve
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JuJu got tricks up my sleeve
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The Nubian Nut got tricks up my sleeve
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Com Sense got tricks up my sleeve
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("Wait... I got another trick up my sleeve")
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[Rayshel]
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I'm not a Jake or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' better
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for head of the class
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And if you ask me I'm not tryin ta be drastic
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I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm concerned about your
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plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know
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And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it dope
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Frontin so your friends won't know that you got the 86
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so you call me a bitch
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You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids
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I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups
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I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm like
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Al B. stud, cause if I'm not your lover or your friend
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don't try to spend, waste your time
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tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin mine
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So find a new type puss, cause if I don't like you
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you ain't gettin service G, this ain't the drivethru
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Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
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Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
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Move on black brotha move on
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You gotta move on black brotha move on
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Tricks Up My Sleeve
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| Common Sense |
