[Intro]
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{"One-two one-two"}
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... W, K, Y, A
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Haha, Def Squad niggaz
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{"One-two one-two"}
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Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House
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Ooh {"So let's do a little somethin like this"}
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[Redman]
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Yeah, yo, check it out
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I'ma walk in gutta, get that butter
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Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker
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Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler
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Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker
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Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim)
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Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim
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Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side
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Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh
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I got sour diesel roll
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One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out of control) {"Ohh!"}
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I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
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Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
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You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
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I'm Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
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I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
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You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
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Blaow gotcha, you the best nigga call the doctor
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Like Chinese tryin to salsa
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It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back
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Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van
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Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan
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Three best MC's I think on the other hand
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Stand like an officer, not a gentleman
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Niggaz get rich off of stolen car settlements!
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[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]
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I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
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Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball
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Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say
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(Y'knowmsayin so I said)
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I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
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Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball
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Hah hey-hey-hey {"So let's do a little somethin like this"}
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(Huh, huh, y'knowmsayin so I said)
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[Erick Sermon]
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(Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick
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A New York nigga man back in the mix
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I walk up in the spot man cameras click
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Cheese, all out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh)
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All you can do now boy is just respect it
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I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected
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Look what happens when you spin the records
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Hip-Hop at its best, nothin to mess with (yeah)
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I'm right here, there's no need to download
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I attract hoes, I ain't gotta hound those
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I call the shots, no need to brown-nose
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Cut the check at 40 grand for shows
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I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya
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The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I told ya
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Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check
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With no bling-bling around my neck, yup
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Redman and Sermon, with two icons
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Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons
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I'm an extremist (huh) who shake tracks the meanest
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I'm what a hip-hop fiend is
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[Chorus]
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[Keith Murray]
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Yeah, I also walk in gutta, reppin my clique
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A Def Squad nigga yeah, all in your mix
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Niggaz talk shit you get your ass kicked
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I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up)
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What you know about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?)
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With a mean street team outside posted up
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Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh)
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When I say street team, I don't mean niggaz that put posters up (word)
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Let's be blatant, you achin and ancient
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We capered in your hood with dirty machetes and bloody aprons
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I'll acquire a tec, quiet your rep
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Stay quiet as deaf, or Kanye's choir rep (uh-huh)
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As I make another left, quiet I crept, quiet you slept
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I'm back with the tec, like I never left (surprise niggaz!)
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See frivolous beef'll get you curiously shot (uh-huh)
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You fuckin with Keith, I think seriously not (hell no)
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I ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah)
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And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder
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With my Squad in the house, we misbehave
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Get drunk and tongue-kiss bitches like Flavor Flav
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[Chorus]
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{"One-two one-two... please man don't get with that bullshit"}
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{"So let's do a little somethin like this..."}
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Walk In Gutta
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| Redman |
