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[Featuring Red Hot Lover Lover Tone Rob Swinga]
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Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone
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Diggedy da di la di da di baby there's a party
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But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu
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You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati
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A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body
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And I can never pass up a chance to romance them
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Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome
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So money take a tip if you flip and you slip
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You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips
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So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb
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And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb
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Every morning breakfast in bed is served
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Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb
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So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes
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Shot em all dead when they try to test
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So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win
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If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M.
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So can I get a shout
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Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out
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Yabadabadoo
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Verse Two: Chubb Rock
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Wow look at the size of his chest
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Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home
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Before the little kitten throws a stone
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The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop
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Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism
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Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he
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The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one
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Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh
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He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy
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Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set
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Caught nuff wreck
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The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher
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Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn
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I cram to understand the plan ma'am
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I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now
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Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow
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Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow
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For a strong sequel word up to the people
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The people; you mean power to them
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While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha
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He's buzzing, cummin at cha
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And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics
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While I kick it and you hear it
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Even Helen Keller word up can hear it
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From the rustler lyrical hustler
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The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster
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Yabadabadoo
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Verse Three: Rob Swinga
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Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat
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Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap
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Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab
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I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad
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Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum
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And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done
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I'm nifty powerful like an M-60
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And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy
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Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would
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And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should
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When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X
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Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex
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And style or position is my selection
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But I won't play without my contraception
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Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill
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If worse comes to worse then I use no frills
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So check it check it check it check it check it one two
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Yabadabadoo
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Yabadabadoo
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Chubb Rock |