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Intro:
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I need a blunt fore I slap the shit out somebody
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Uhh come on get it up y'all
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Uhh come on come on come on come on
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come on get it up y'all
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Uhh yeah yeah uhh
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I know y'all like this one
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Uhh uhh yeah yeah uhh come on
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Yo y'all niggas will never see my level
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Raps so hot I slapbox with the devil
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Tap a jaw slap a bitch do what I like
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Gotta sociology of money like Reverend Ike
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Yo here's a rapper fiction, get out the jurisdiction
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before I hit that ass with a cross-addiction crucifixion
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Editorial newsflash
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Extra extra, let this blast wit your stank ass
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Face the ultimate challenge, style's gotta lotta mileage
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Come to violence, leave in silence
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This beat's a beat so come on take a swim
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If C's can't float don't worry about them
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I'ma duke like Patty, ritz like Matty
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Slick like a khaki, but not your baby daddy
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Girls I got em locked, flavors come assorted
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So pop that coochie girl like you're double-jointed, come on
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Chorus:
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This is for my thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
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who need a drink before you - SLAP SOMEBODY
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All my cats on the corner who's packin a shotty
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who need a blunt before you - SLAP SOMEBODY
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Rewind this jam and let it rock the party
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before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
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I speak with more technique, than karate
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cos, I, will - SLAP SOMEBODY
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Aiyo, strictly from the street that's why I get love
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Erick darin niggas out in the back of the club
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With the mic in my hand, just got paid
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Take you suckers out til I get on stage
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When the girls see my face and they all get excited
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Thugs in the front row bout to start a riot
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Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired
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Yo E, crank this shit up and get it started
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Get the crowd funky like the whole place parted
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MC's rest in peace like dearly departed
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Then it's all in together now, let me show you how
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I do it rock 'n' roll style, then dive in the crowd
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Murray ain't your average MC, I gotta lotta fame
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but don't act conceited when you see me on the street
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I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor
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Kick hard metaphor, cos that's what I'm here for
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Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon
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Lookin butta fly like a caterpillar just cocooned
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Smooth like Thug Passion over-the-rocks
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So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box
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Chorus
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Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
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In a special way to play on, baby play
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The way you shake that ass girl is something drastic
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FABULOUS, and, fantastic
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Fly like a B-52 hotstepper
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Got latinos yellin "WEUPA!!""
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Ese loco, dolli toto
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Beseve culo, papi chulo
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Whatever, the more the merrier, the longer the weed the scarier
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My Squad is Def and we ain't hearin ya
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Beat eaters think quick with the speed of a cheetah
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Stripped down to my wife beater
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Baby doll, shake what you got
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I'm not a player hater, I just diss a lot
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And don't slam the doors of da Mazzerati
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because, I, will, slap somebody
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Chorus
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Outro:
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Bring me up somethin nice cold to drink in this bitch
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before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
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Fix me somethin hot to eat before I have to go out-
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side, and - SLAP SOMEBODY
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Throw your hands in the air from side-to-side
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before, I - SLAP SOMEBODY
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Doo, doo, slap slap
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I, will slap - SLAP SOMEBODY
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Slap me and I'ma slap you back......
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Slap Somebody
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Keith Murray |