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Verse One:
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B Glad like the bag I'm not mad like the hatter
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On Anotha Level and I didn't use a ladder
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Listen up good call me short and it's on
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Bust you in the dome cuz I got little man's syndrome
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Always down to bone when Home Alone like the movie
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Gettin mad groupies, Tina Tam and Suzie
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Honies wanna groove me, cuz my flow is groovy
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I never pay ends or get skins in a jacuzzi
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"The track is mighty phat to me
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Ya loves the way I freaks the beat
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Whenever it is I freaks the beat
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Snaps come rolling back to me!" *sung to Tootsie Roll commercial*
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Verse Two:
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What, is, really going on?
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My, lyrics, rain like a storm
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Oh yes, it sets quite a trend
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I'm the one your girlie likes and you can't stand it
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Fresh cut come hottest, not at all modest
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I'ma tell you right now, I gets no runs anonymous
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Cut all the hoopla, end the propagandin
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We rode the Soul Train, not left Bandstandin
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Fans keep fannin, where's my girl Shannon? Hot damn it
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Now you understand it, aiyyo catch the Stones
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Because it's slammin
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Verse Three: Booty Brown
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I'm throwin up West coast in the niggaz faces
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From the City of Angels, I know you know where the place it
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They call me Rudy, the dark brown tutti
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The dark brown booty with an afro and a mad flow I'm a rap pro
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Play the right end, I'm into flippin hits
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like flapjacks off of fat stacks as I max with Anotha Level
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So dig it like like a shovel digs a ditch
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A West coast rhyme without using the word .....
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Verse Four: Bambino
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I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming like this
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Ballin up my fists and I'm not even pissed
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I'm just hyped, the type, you gotsta believe in
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The dog inside of me is hungry this is what I feed it
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Marks and oreos, until we fill it up
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The youngest hound of the Level does that make me a punk
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Yup, shucks, I still get butt
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Ask your local honey and she'll tell you what's up
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Ohhh damn, you freak me so well
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I used to hear it all the time from my old girl Mel
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Now I'm living swell add her to my clientele
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Can I get some thirst cuz it's hot as hell
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I kick some hoarse shit now I gots ta hay bail
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Verse Five: Slim Kid Tre
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Hey bail, check it out well
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I gets up on the microphone and then I have to sail
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like a ship, I'm on another motherf--kin tip
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Got me? Here I go, copy
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Yeah, so watch your back, black
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Pharcyde's here and we'll never come wack
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Making all the papes and comin by the stacks
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I know Anotha Level got my motherf--kin back
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Here to represent West coast
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Burnin up the map like toast
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Verse Six:
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I feel the funk while Tre Rhymealinda's
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Before it's all over, we all just spins the indo or the bud
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Concentration is a must, occupation is to bust
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So I bust, and then I bust
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This shit is Phat, I'm hoping that
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You can comprehend, the flavors that we blend
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You know where to find me, come for the ride
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On Anotha Level II the Pharcude
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Verse Seven: Imani
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Imani represents one of the funk fabulous
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chillin freewheelin funkstaz, out the funky depths
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of the West coast underground, umm, yo, so how that sound?
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I be rippin, rappin, with Anotha Level, rippin
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Rappin with the Freestyle Fellowshippin, and the Waskalz
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Giving niggaz assholes, cuz niggaz don't understand
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My s--t be in demand so I'm holdin niggaz to WalkMan's
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papers, if you slept on me you know you catch the Vapors
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I got my nigga Fat Lip with me, yo
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He ain't around so what am I gonna do G?
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What am I gonna do man??? DAMN!!!
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Yo whassup man? You wanna rap?
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Can you rap whassup?
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You look a nigga that can't rap, but I think you might be able
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to drop somethin on the mic yo
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Verse Eight: Farmer Brown (Fat Lip)
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Well I used to just rap when I was on the farm
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People tried to come around giving me some harm
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But I tell em no that it got to cuz
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The Farmer Man is about to flow
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Cuz I'm the Farmer Man, I hold the mic in my hand
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like a pitchfork, I say whassup to New York
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I'm way out like Mork from Ork
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Enough to make you grab a bottle of moonshine
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and pop the cork, yeeeee-hawwww!!!!
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Bout to get raw with my man Farmer John
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And my good ol frog, so y'all rock
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