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King Tee:
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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
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J-Ro:
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Naw, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
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(say what?!)
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E-Swift:
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Naw nigga, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, I'm the man that'll bust dat
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ass
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Hook:
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I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, I'm that man that'll bust dat ass
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King Tee talking:
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Yo check this out. This is Tha Alkaholik crew. E-Swift didn't they say it
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couldn't be done? They said King Tee couldn't bring out the Alkaholik crew
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(but we doin' it). Yo, it's the fresh shit. The dope shit for 1993. Tha
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Alkaholik crew. I'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on.
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King Tee:
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Now bust it, I'm a try to freak it with the drums
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Alkaholik funk, bass for the trunk
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And I'm kinda crazy, stupid and hey I can do the nasty and drink like a
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sailor
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I'm real smooth, free from germs
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Even walk away when my homie smokin' sherm
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Cause this is how I kick it, hoes got to lick it
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It's Tha Alkaholiks and J-Ro is wicked
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E-Swifts mad, cause he Got It Bad
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King Tees phat and I sport a blue rag
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For the little whips and the honey dips
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It's gang truece so I put away the clips
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Baby baby baby I might flip
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Got to get it on, let my backbone slip
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If I fall back then give me some gas
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If you try to play me I'll bust dat ass
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Hook (x4)
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J-Ro:
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Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
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Jump around stage like your name was Charlie Brown
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When the kid is played out your rap record is finished
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Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinish
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Popeye, you could never drop by, you can never stop by
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Cause you can never top I
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I got to hold back now I'm out before your turf
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Because I want it all like the nigger Greedy Smurf
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It's time to scoop the wack up, E-Swift bring the track up (alright)
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Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my back up
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You're a mic stand, got a steady woman
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But I been in more sheets than the Klu Klux Klan
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I'm the J to the Ro, and I want to make it clear
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That you're rappin' like a queer so why don't you get on out of here
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With the alley cat coat wearin' Hush Puppy shoes
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? seen you with (punk you ain't shit!)
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King Tee and the Liks blowin' up like gas
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I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
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I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme over
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I bend your rhyme over, then I bust dat ass
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Hook (x4)
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Talking:
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Tha Alkaholiks, Tha Alkaholiks, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Tha Alkaholiks.
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Straight for 93. Rippin' shit up. Tha Alkaholik , now you join E-Swift
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Hook
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E-Swift:
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I fiend to get busy like a bee, check 1,2,3!
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E-Swift and Tha Alkaholik crew with King Tee (baby)
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Bangin' niggas out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks
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And I'm makin' more hits than the motherfuckin' cops
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I'm kickin' lines like Tyson kickin' ass
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Niggas can't laugh, I put your neck in a cast (whoa)
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Yes, I"m the man with the skills to talk shit
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And I'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
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So back to the lab to fix your demo
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Or get played like Sega or Nintendo
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Simple as that, give me a beat that's phat
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And watch a nigga jump on a motherfucker like cheese on a rat
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It's strickly, dirty underground ass funk
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That's busting out the weak 15's in your trunk
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So don't be scared, be prepared when it hits
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The average motherfucker can't hand with the Liks
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Hook (x4)
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Bust Dat Ass
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