[Intro: Erick Sermon]
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Number number number number niiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee!!!!
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Erick Sermon! Twon Gabz! New Def Squad!
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[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
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Uh! Yeah! Globe-trottin, got money to travel
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I'm wine sippin, I the valley of Napal
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I'm gettin money you puttin in raffles
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You can't dig up with that shit, you assholes
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My dough stack high like flagpoles (HUH!)
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This gun shoot you then I grab soul (Gimme it!)
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The reaper, model styles
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A headband, blue jeans, zip up and sneakers
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Who got the nerve to blast on me?!
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All that singin I'm hearin, y'all belong on Glee
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Flee...dog (UH HUH!)
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These broads are hangin around me like bird around tree
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E! I got that roster, ask Diddy (UH!)
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I got that Formula, ask 50 (Yep!)
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Me and Twon terrorizin the city (HUH!)
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Up in the spot with these big butts and TITTIES!!!!!!!
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[Verse 2: Twon Gabz]
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I live a vida loca, spit on ya
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Middle finger ocho then arriba docha
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It's over, bag more chicks then Dolce & Gabbana did
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Rap's ate more niggas then Jeffrey Dahmer did
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Cookin fam on your face like Benny Honda did
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So I got more haters then Osama did
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I took more shots then 'Pac and 50 did
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That's truth homey, I got proof homey
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I took a hundred rounds of Grey Goose homey
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Huh! You ain't a real rapper you a spoof homey
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I'm gourmet you Ramen Noodle food
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A drunk slur to your girl you Beau-tiful
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I feel good this evenin
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See what that God blessed me to be breat-hin
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And that's a good enough reason
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Good mo'nin, me and my eggs both cheesin
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[Verse 3: Fish Grease {Erick Sermon}]
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Uh! Fish Grease yep! I'm the shit!
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Prosthetic leg but the strut ain't switched!
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Hated in the hood, but loved by your bitch
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I would come out and play but she's all on my dick (WOO!)
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Like Taylor Allison, I'm Swift
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Hit them off everytime, never miss
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Like Jordan from the line, every rhyme's a swish
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Styles upon styles I can sit and pick
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Like this one's for that and that one's for this
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(Uh!) Switch 'em up with their outfits like kicks
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(Yeah!) Def Squad raised me, y'all can't phase me (Uh!)
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Fuck you, pay me, test tube baby! (LET'S GO!)
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I bet it all, we bet it in the mall
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'Cause, rappers today is wack {And I'll say it!}
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But like Chuck D I don't believe that hype
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I bet you, run for your life in a pillow fight {HEYYYYYY!!!!!!}
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[Verse 4: Kapone]
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Hi my name is Kapone and I'm an alcoholic
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I blacked out for awhile but I really can't call it
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Your boy been nice since Jordan's since rolled
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Drinkin shots of Tequila with the Vodka Alimoe
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Lil' purp, lil' vic, lil' haze pocket right
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Red eye flight, with the red eye sight
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Baby drinkin Reesemen's, Remy Martin martini's
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Drink Bacardi Lemon, I think I hear Biggie speakin
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I make your mouthpiece obese, and guns squeeze
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Come up off the cheese more Jack Daniel's please
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Like Red Foxx to Grady dummy you talkin out of line
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I know I gotta be drunk, 'cause Aun't Ester lookin fine
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I'm drinkin Louis 15th or Louis Chaundon
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In my Louis Vuitton, yo baby get it on!
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Words stay slurred off the icky and herb
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This is Def Squad baby were the bottom on the curb
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[Outro: Erick Sermon]
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Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade
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It's just the music baby, that make me feels this way
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Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade
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It's just the music baby, that make me feels this way
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Whiskey And Coke
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| Erick Sermon |
