..Those guys. You're a Wanderer.
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Now I'm a wanderer Joey. You can't be a Wanderer after graduation. I'm thinking about the future, Joey!
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I'll be a Fordham Baldie. Wait and see the Baldies got it made.
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(Heeeeeeeey oh, heeeeeeeey oh)
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One two kick it maestro
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Name is mc chris and yo I must confess
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If you find me at the beach yo man I'm always finely dressed
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Got my low ride Chucks holy possibly arrestin
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If you get me on the dance floor then you'll be impressed
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Cause I am the one you like and I got the flavor that flows
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If you kick it in the front mc'll kick it in the back
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And I'll even help you pick your nose God-damn
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So if your ass get interested and you'd like to take a peek
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Just check me out like a book-it book
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Mine is the shit that reeks
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that is a fools mind
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Mine is the shit that reeks
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cause a weak mind
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Mine is the shit that reeks
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Mine is the shit that reeks
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(Heeeeeeeey oh, heeeeeeeey oh)
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That's right everybody mc chris is going chillin' out in Manhattan
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He's kicking it live 24 hours a night and day
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you come and check him out ladies...
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Time to make the fuckin' doughnuts. I hate this fuckin' job
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The Shit That Reeks
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| MC Chris |
