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[Featuring Red Hot Lover Lover Tone Grand Puba]
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Check it out...
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Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone
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The pen hits the paper ink spills and fills the lines
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With lyrics that thrills like my dillz
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Take it on the Grilled Cheese tour then I drop it
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Don't care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna jock it
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Take her to my hotel no speaking just freaking
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Leave my door open so the niggaz can come peak in
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Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out with the hopes
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they can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin notes
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Here comes my kid, here comes my kid (ahhhhh)
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But I caught him in the rubber lid, huh
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Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go gotta go
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The hoe is in a coma so I tippy tippy toe
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Walkin in the dark (tripped) slipped on my shoe
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(Arrrrgh!! Ohh shit!!) [Tone is that you?]
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Damn, more fornication
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Puba take the mic cuz I'm here for the duration
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Verse Two: Grand Puba
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Before I get this wreck I usually start with a 40
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But forties are no more cuz now I'm drinkin 64's
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Call on Grand Puba, Chubb Rock if you want it done
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Hon spread the 411 as if her name was Kaity Chung
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Into devil bashing, always stay in fashion
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Love maxing and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion
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As a shorty I kept some dice I banked on seven or eleven
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Cuz my pops had it hard similar to James Evans
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Now shit flipped, I'm on the hip-hop
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To the beat you don't stop, rock on!
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I kick the new type of lingo, hit the spot that'll tingle
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Make the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the single
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My simple task is to make you shake that ass
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on the quick fast, and to make it last
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It's just three men at Chung King getting busy
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We've come a long way since Kunta Kintizzy
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and you don't stop, rock on
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Chubb Rock flip the script cuz I'm gone
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Verse Three: Chubb Rock
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Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo, hurrah
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I jumped up upon the mic with the Chubbster, Tone, plus the Pu-ba
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Intricately go far
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Chillin in the mansion, nuff fashion (ahhh)
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Relax, and dig into the track and react
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I want a Martin Luther riff cuz I don't like to pack my iron
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Watchin kids on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
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Test and I commence, to firing
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One two three shots and then I tune the black watch
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Reclean my cylinder and then I grab my crotch
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and squeeze, the testes and then I grab my wood and cup it
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Oh there goes the nut I just busted
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Get myself together, cuz I'm the man
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I knew it, I wanted to do a duet with the Grand
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Mystic ruler took the 40 out of the cooler
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Now we're rippin the track, we shoulda did one sooner
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And then we roll up on the groove field assist the team
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And now I'm straighter than 9:15
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Get a little dough for this three man skit
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I'll end the jam with a curse
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Uhh, umm fuck?
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Or is it damn? Or what?
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SHIT. And slide out of the vocal booth and get a dollar Chung King
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soda
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Grand Puba, Tone, plus now we're over and we're out
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3 Men At Chung King
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Chubb Rock |