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(Once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to
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the A.M. for you and your friend sounds here tough on the ear You
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know that coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got
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the voice of the people's choice the man with the plan who's got the
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the groove that makes you move take your body higher set your soul
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on fire playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top
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performers cold hardcore music deejays....)
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(Ego trip, ego trip, taking a train to the ego trip)
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POS:
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Johnny fever, I won't catch
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I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop
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That means I run it to the break
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'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard
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I'll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard
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Nah nah, let me back that up
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I think I'll freakin' shoot ya
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Parlay and smoke a L with my honey for the future
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Man, I'm happy as can be 'cause I got my OE
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Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up
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Johnny fever, I won't catch
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I'm Mr. Shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop
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That means I run it to the break
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'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard
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So when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard
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Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls
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WHo had the second generation dubs of crews at Harlem World
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Like the Fearless, the Crush, the Furious
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Where I transform to the physical in the Latin Quarters
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I was curious to how Kris and Scott blew the stage
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Back then I didn't know you kept the ego front page
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I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
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I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
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I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
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Like my man from Black Moon when he enters the stage
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I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
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I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
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DOVE:
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I got seventeen kids who speak to peak rhythms
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And they all know I didn't come to make any sense
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I heard Mikey Roads bust licks like
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"Hey ma, what's for dinner?", spit cuss like a winner
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Malibu down 'cause they can't see the standard I clown
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Bundles and bags is sniffin' like
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Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (OOWW!!)
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Hit the pit stop on the corner 'cause I see brothers flaggin'
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Party on the moon but first I gots to spoon
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It's wiggle your ass man, you made the jam jiggle like
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Whoomp, not that, ain't it? I hit the elephant
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Damn, Super Lover Man, your shit look thick
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But first things first I'm gonna take it to the sea
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The Chattanooga champ is gonna take it to the sea
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I'm the employer, you're my employee
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You gots to bust your ass for the cash money
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Double on a bobo, Mr Bartender
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Got to make this tree look pretty tonight
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I'm on a kite, never trippin' on the ego
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You know how we go, if I had a million bucks
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I'd go buy me an Amigo, a house and a pinball machine
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Slip myself some Spanish Fly and wet dream
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Amazing how I zoom to the pervert mode
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You wanna know why, you ask me why
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(Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)
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You wanna know why, you ask me why
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(Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)
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You wanna know why, you ask me why
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(Why you trippin'?) (Good love, good love)
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Do you wanna know why, you ask me why
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POS:
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Well you wanna know why, I'll tell you why
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Classic example of a date rape
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Check the moves in the laces so the shoes won't fake
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Standing on the bread, honey take the moves to the head
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DOVE:
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Nah nah nah, just sit to this permanent
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'Cause I'm a never movin', I clown it like
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Get down, get down on the illegitimate
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Yes I am the Chattanooga
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I know this girl named Joelle, her mama drives a Cougar
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POS:
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Ay yo, I flaunt gets way beyond the bets
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Little girl be cheesin' when I'm twirling her barrettes
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I'm entering through the centre in 'cause she sweats
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Now her Mister needs to see if my construction can be kept
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I run it back to when I had Millie in the sack
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Where she did the nothing 'cause her father showed her something
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I ain't frontin', I'm mashing all the comp 'cause I'm thorough
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Like crack, that's here to clear the inner city boroughs
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But jump inside your mind so there's no escapism
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Yo, De La Soul is here to stay like racism
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