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Ah yeah
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It's the fat joint right here
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Here we...
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This joint right here is dedicated to
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Well, I'm not malicious
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But all those whose words vicious
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Talkin behind the back
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This shit is wack
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Here we go
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
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Walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
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Say what? (Like a muthafuckin duck!)
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
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Walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
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You need to walk like a duck (walk like a duck)
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Yo Jorge, how do ducks walk?
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Check it
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Kurious was never one for ring around
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The rosie, not Josey, but I mosey on down
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To a meadow where the flowers stay wilted
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So what I ain't hit as many skins as Wilt the Stilt did
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It's like that, never labelled a wack
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And yo, they choose behind my back to do the Duckville quack
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My style is cool, sweet like a ???
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But still (what?) you gossip like a bitch
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Mental stimulation when I'm rollin with the rat pack
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If you're frontin rock, get the doodoo out your knap sack
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The fat track provided by the Beat' got you goin
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'nuts kickin butts, underneath be when I'm flowin
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I'm knowin, you frontin-ass ducks is gettin smeared
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My crew rolls thick like a hillbilly's beard
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Constipated Monkeys gettin to the point quick
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Like my man Apache said: yo, get off (MY DICK!)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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It's like that and - ah
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Didn't go to Georgia, took the train to Alabama
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On the midnight tip like Gladys Knight and the Pips
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My sole intention bein to move the marrow in your hips
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Family confusion's what motivates the rhymer
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Got an aunt named Tom, uncle named Jemima
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Kurious Jorge on the welfare line
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Plus American Airline never prepared mine
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Ears for the poppin, hands for the clappin
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If I sense turbulence, commence to see the captain
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Two strikes, your motion got a notion of funk
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I must prescribe a mint (why?) cause your breath stunk
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(Ill) I paid the bills, sent a check to my mama
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If you try to wreck my mind, there's mad drama
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I'ma deliver one worm for the hawk
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Eliminatin quacks on the duck walk
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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I drop limes like you drop mescaline
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Tabs on my tongue as I swung from the swing
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And came up with that thing they call 'Walk Like a Duck'
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Quite frankly don't give a fuck
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Mama raised me humble, so I never ever label
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Myself as the best, cause some of the rest got more flavor
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But that's okay, beyond a shadow of a doubt
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I got skills, I ain't conceited, but still might take you out
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Half Puertorican, half Cuban, not Fidel
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Castro, like an astro you know I excel
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Time to sell mad units, scratchin on my pubics
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Complicate confusion like a ?Nick Kubrick? on a Rubik
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Who kicks the bubbles that allow the truth to surface?
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I never will delete, so I don't defeat the purpose
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Slapshot the gift like a hockey puck
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Ha-ha, you fuckin duck
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Walk Like a Duck
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Kurious |