Ow, ow
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Hands out to your big ass
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Here's a hundred beats a minute with the back sass
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Thug Pop, Thug Pop
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Checks in people with her pants in a bunch
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James Dean and Hermie Fox
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Ow, people try to blame me
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Poets try the same
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I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
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To the barbeque on a hellbound train
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Longshot? That's bitchin'
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Served hot
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Right from the rhythm kitchen
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Perhaps you know my name
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I'm called Thug Pop
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Thug Pop
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When the resurrection comes
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There'll be a two drink minimum, wooh
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Thug Pop, Thug Pop
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Are you ready for some freestyle?
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Undress, stay awhile
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All right, let's go to the back
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Woo
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People try to blame me
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Poets try the same
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I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
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to the barbeque on a hellbound train...
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Longshot? That's bitchin'
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Served hot
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Tight from the rhythm kitchen.
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Perhaps you know my name...
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Wow
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Oh, oh
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People try to blame me
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Poets try the same
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I'm tryin to hear from the mildew
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To the barbeque on a hellbound train
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Longshot? That's bitchin'
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Served hot
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Right from the rhythm kitchen
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Perhaps you know my name
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I'm called Thug Pop
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Perhaps you know my name
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Perhaps you know my name
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I'm called Thug Pop
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Thug Pop
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David Lee Roth |