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{Beastie Boys sample:
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"Here's a little story I gots to tell" repeats in background}
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[Erick Sermon]
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Hype one two like that y'all
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Check it out one two y'all
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It's the beat that make it one and two y'all
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It's the beat that makes me wanna ?
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Peace to my niggaz
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Peace to my mens
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Like that one two y'all check it out
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Sunday's here the end of the week
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And the club's packed and shit I feel like freakin
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Pick up the phone, call my niggaz, "Yo whattup dude?
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Need me a bitch man, to put me in the fuckin mood
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Check this here - I'll pick you up around twelve o'clock
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right around the parking lot, I'll find a spot
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It's on, man I'll see you soon
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in about twelve hours, yeah past noon"
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It's the hype yo
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It's the hype
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Word, pulled up brake, ehh, by the front door
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Parlay, and I stepped out hardcore
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I tipped the boy park the car in the front
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Not the back, in case I have to run and get my strap
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I walked inside, somebody sing, "Errrick Serrrmon"
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That's me, got me in free
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Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
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Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. section
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Sat by the wall, so I can see what's happenin
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My boys spread out, got their girls, and rappin
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Oh no, I see a girl comin towards me
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Posse deep, so I paused for the cause G
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She approached me, hi, told me her name
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I told her my name, then kicked the game
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Sat beside me, like Little Miss Tuffet (hello)
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Talkin bullshit, knowin I want to fuck it
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Basically, I figured she was widdit
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So I pulled out my ink pen and exchanged the phone digits
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Gimme a call when you get to your crib
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So I can get directions, right to where you live
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She smiled, and left, the girl was wide open
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I'm no jokin, when the E blows the smoke in
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Check the Rolex, asked for my check
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The waitress came over in a pair of black spandex (whoo!)
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Gave me a look like, "Aren't you Erick Sermon?"
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"Yes, and who is it concernin?" Me, that's the hype
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It's the hype
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I asked her, "What time you get off?" "Oh, in 15 minutes"
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So I stormed the bitch like a blizzard
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"Umm, can I take you home?" "Sure meet me in the parking lot
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I'll flash my high beams, so you can find my spot"
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She came out - MAN, she was all that
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Cool like that, and stacked like that
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She jumped in with a wide open grin
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Before I went to her crib, I dropped off my best friend
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Got to his house, and gave him dap
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He knew what time it was, so he passed me a jim hat
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Got to her house, then parked the Jeep
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I asked her who was home she said her sister but she sleep
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Walked upstairs, right into the room
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with one skylight lookin straight at the moon (yep yep)
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She wasted no time, man she was on it
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Grabbed for the bozack, and her hands was packed
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Took off our clothes, went to work, man trust me
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I heard someone knockin, somebody tried to bust me
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It was her sister, man I must be buggin (ahh shit!)
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It's the same girl, I met from the night clubbers
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"That's your sister? Oh I didn't know -- I'll go"
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and they both screamed, "Hell no!"
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They smiled, with a devilish grin
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and the other sister jumped in
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That's the hype
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It's the hype yo
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That's the hype
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Word em up, one two it's the hype, check it out yo yo
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It's the hype yo
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It's the hype, yo it's the hype, word em up it's the hype
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Yo ?, take em out
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The Hype
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Erick Sermon |