[SPM]
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I ain't got the last two sentences to this verse
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[Grimm]
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Then just freestyle it
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[SPM]
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Alright, I can do that
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[First Verse (SPM):]
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Bring it back, drop the top on the 'Lac
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Screw put the tap on the wet Fatback
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Got the black gat, can't come wack
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'Member when clubs wouldn't let me rap
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Now they call me up, all on nuts
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Get 'em for about ten thousand bucks
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Sippin' on Dom Perigion
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Five, six songs and my ass is gone
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Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone
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See if my boy Baby Beesh is home
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From San Anton to the Astrodome
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Smoke weed with Cheech, and hash with Chong
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Two A.M. sunglasses on
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"Twice last night", that's my nastiest song
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Now it's on, ask my T. Jones
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Seem like the whole World on my ding-dong
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[Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]
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[Baby Beesh]
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Take two hits and pass it on to you...
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Fill my swimmin' pool up with some brew
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Second Verse (SPM):]
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Well I'm S-P-Mex in the place to be
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And I went to Bedrock University
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I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich
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I chill with the real and I won't never switch
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Jump out the bed, come from the head
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Last name Flintstone, first name Fred
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My low-low, hop like a pogo
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Walkin' down the yellow brick road with a dog named Toto
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Run from no one cuz I might get a cramp
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Ten dollar stone for bout twenty food stamps
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Money ain't happiness, y'all some fools
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Your baby's brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels
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[Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]
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[Baby Beesh]
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Smokin', chokin' on PePe LePew...
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Make a dollar bill turn into two....
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Third Verse (SPM):]
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You wanna play with the S, ha?
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Twenty-five on my dresser
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White tank-top, Dickie's from fiesta
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Slow and low, here we go
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Doin' the impossible
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Jam rock & roll
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Exotic cold
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I done lost my high a lil' while ago
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Put away your gun, have some fun
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Not no star, but I'm stabbin' one
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A stallion, saddle up the horses
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My Gal gorgeous, I bought a fortress
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Two divorces and only lost a Corvette
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My third wife, STILL ain't born yet
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No sweat, I relax in Houston
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I'm the one that went gold, with no distribution
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Rhymin', now them hoes mine and
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Your boy went from muthafuckin' dimes to diamonds
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[Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]
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[Baby Beesh]
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Drop my top and pick up DJ Screw
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Show my love, I'll show it back to you...
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Tell your kid to stay his ass in school...
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Step on stage and act just like a fool...
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two
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[SPM]
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Yeah that sounds like somethin' I would do
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[Baby Beesh]
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Say Homeboy you stepped in Doggy-Doo
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Go outside and please wash off your shoe
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[SPM]
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Say Grimm, roll another Baby dick and let's get high, fa sho!
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[laughter until track ends]
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Somethin' I Would Do
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |