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[Butterfly]
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We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
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Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids
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Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
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You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
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He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
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She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
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Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
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They flock to booms man boogie had to change
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Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
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Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
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Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
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When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
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What by the cut we push it off the corner
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How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
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Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi
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Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
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The puba of the styles like miles and shit
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Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
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Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
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We be to rap what key be to lock
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But
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I'm cool like dat [x7]
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I'm cool...I'm cool...
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[Ladybug]
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We be the chocolates taps on my raps
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innovates at the sweeta cat naps
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He at the funk club with the vibrate
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Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?
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It can kick a plan then a crowd burst
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Me I be diggin it with s bump verse
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Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye
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He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)
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Who understood yeah understood the plan
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Him heard a beat and put it to his hands
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What I just flip let borders get loose
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How to consume or they'll be just like juice
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If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic
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The babes'll go spastic
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Hip hop gains a classic
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Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter
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Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)
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And
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I'm chill like dat [x7]
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I'm chill...I'm chill...
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[All]
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Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....
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Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...
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[Doodlebug]
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We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss
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Them they're the jams and commence to goin off
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She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it
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Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent
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Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
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Him thats my man with the asteroid belt
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They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big
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He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs
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The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll
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The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls
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You used to find a bug in a box with fade
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Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids
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And
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I'm peace like dat [x7]
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I'm Peace
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[Butterfly]
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Check it out man I groove like dat
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I'm smmoce like dat
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I jive like dat
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I roll like dat
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[Ladybug]
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Yeah I'm thick like dat
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I stack like dat
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I'm down like dat
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I'm black like dat
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[Doodlebug]
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Well yo I funk like dat
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I'm fat like dat
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I'm in like dat
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Cause I swing like dat
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[Butterfly]
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We jazz like dat
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We freak like dat
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We zoom like dat
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We out...we out...
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Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)
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Digable Planets |