Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap
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Gon talk smack
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Flash my gat
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I'm finna spit and hold my dick
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And hear shit up like a thermostat
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Grab your partner by the chaps
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Give your partner a pimp-slap
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Ti symbolize the ghetto trap
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Step to the right
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Give three claps
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Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks
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Ain't shit cookin on the stove but crack
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This is the bat this hell begat
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Cuz bosses are cleptomaniacs
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Two by two
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Promenade
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Duck from a B1 bomber raid
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Ain't bout the plans Osama made
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Banks gettin paid off petrol trade
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Circulate
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Dosey-do
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How much cash could a o-z grow?
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Til all are fed and all have beds
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My skin is Black
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My star is red
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FBI comin round the outside
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Which one of us finna die tonight?
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Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
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Or make a whole muthafuckin world
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Ignite?
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Everybody throw them bows
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Right upside your partner's nose
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By now you've got bloody clothes
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Crabs in the barrel
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So the story goes
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Think of all their savage acts
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Grabbin scratch from average cats
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Bureaucrats with strings attached
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Walk in place
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Light the match
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Two by two
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Promenade
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Duck from a B1 bomber raid
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Ain't bout the plans Osama made
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Banks getting paid of petrol trade
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Circulate
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Dosey-do
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How much cash could a o-z grow?
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Til all are fed and all have beds
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My skin is Black
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My star is red
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Everybody get down low
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Bout the level of your toes
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These dance moves we usually do
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Are not the ones that we have chose
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Grab on to that beat and grind
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Try your best to stay alive
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We can run
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We can't hide
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Might as well just stay and fight
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Two by two
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Promenade
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Duck from a B1 bomber raid
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Ain't bout the plans Osama made
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Banks getting paid off petrol trade
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Circulate
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Dosey-do
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How much cash could a o-z grow?
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Til all are fed and all have beds
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My skin is Black my star is red
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Promenade
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