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[Featuring Kool Keith]
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[Kool Keith]
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Yes! As we interrupt
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For sisters out there ovulating
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Brothers out there... doing private things
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Let's get busy!
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[Chino XL]
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I be the receiver of strange mind patterns
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No type of compassion endless my though process
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hits like a dark cavern I was bred of toxic parents
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embryonic stages underdeveloped fetal pages that I burnt like phasers
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Releasing human excrements on you like Tawana Brawley
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Thinking to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off
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I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe Kool Keith we spark
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this
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We step on stage MC's dissapear like the rain forest
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So when I rocks again get oxygen get cameras on
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No telling diverse curse selling I'm reversed like Hammer son
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Mental capacity, hindered like I'm Forrest Gump
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Bu-dump, for your trunk
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Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump
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I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny *Hill*
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I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel*
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You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose
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You blowin up's a fucking dream like the gang truce
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] But they signed they lives away, now they don't know what to
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do
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] I catch em perpetratin streets over beats when they through
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*
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[Kool Keith]
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Super flexin, yo Chino XL, let's inhale
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Funky sex man naked, foresmith is bound to shoot the gift
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Riff riff raff, rappers make me giggle giggle laugh
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From the East coast to Texas, I kick a rhyme like Pele
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Strolling knee deep, you take a peep, while my beeper beep
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Catchin wreck one two one two achoo achoo achoo
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Sneezing and pleasing, on your ear, verbal easing
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Chocolate flows then drips down through your nose
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Between your legs, I bend your head with beer kegs
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True, I'm blue, the smith can't stick to doo-doo
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Yo Chino we needle we brown with the King Crown
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Rockin underground bound, and pullin girls panties down
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Yo check it, yo step with, you puppet muppet nitwit
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Energizing like forty volts, I'm shocking to your anal
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With my goggles paisano, Spiderman against the Rhino
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Leaping on your building, downtown Los Angeles
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Skandalous man, shooting sperm in your perm
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Leaving ways to dry, my urine dropping in your eye
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Burning afro puffs, with that greasy sticky stuff
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I get rough, and plant my seed into your rectum
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Masterbating at warp speed, I pull up in your spectrum
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] While they be perpetratin live like they wild on the avenue
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] Mad cause they signed they lives away now they don't know what
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to do
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] I peep em perpetratin streets over beats cuz they through
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*
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[Chino XL]
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Heh heh, let's see who I be now
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The I-N-O behind the C and the H
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With the X add the L I can spell cause I ain't Dan Quayle
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[Kool Keith]
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Pediatrician my mission Uncle Fester with the skills
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Making Lurch reactivate Morticia's only child was style
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[Chino XL]
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Sleeping on me like a narcolypetic as I grow
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But you'll be here today and gone tomorrow like The Afros
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Like a child alone with Luther, your ass in danger
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MC's collect my styles like small kids do Power Rangers
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[Kool Keith]
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You holding back on the feeble, small weasel
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No handicap love, elephants on the fence
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Ever since dinosaurs, people stood on Crenshaw
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And palace fade shopping lades, you never saw before
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Bouncing down with more bounce, with music by the ounce
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With my finger between the mean California labia
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Dark girl maybe-ia, I think her name is Evia
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Avon computer flex, killin mice and insects
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[Chino XL]
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I'm, sliding into this beat like
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hot thermometers into your anal channel
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I toss that ass up like
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a gang sign but not wearing flannel
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I'm prefacing like George Jefferson, WHEEZY!
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Chino XL my brother B-Wiz and Kool Keith
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now try to take it easy
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[Kool Keith]
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My range is high rise, do people know I'm circumcised
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Cut back with the skin, come now, come in come again
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I make light dark, you pimple faced birds
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Wipe your mouth with Clorox, I clean with Spic and Span
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Leave a magical tissue, and yellow vomit in your hand
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] Uh-huh, perpetrating live like they wild on the avenus
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] And now they signed they lives away and they don't know what
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to do
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[Chino] I caught em perpetrating streets over beats cuz they through
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[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
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[both] Ask your label, I bet they let you do it too
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[Kool Keith]
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Yes
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Always wash your hands with the Lubriderm after leaving the public
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toilets
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Remember that... we must keep the earth clean
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Lavratories
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Remember all the camoflouge Tampax
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The Shabba Doo Conspiracy
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| Chino XL |
