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Verse One
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Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
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i see the empty pocket needs a refill
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i got a squad with a list of complainers
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i should have started RAPE, Rappers agianst phoney entertainers
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so we can make it known that we won't get swade
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it's 91 son, so somthin's gotta change
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gettin paid petal snearks and soda pop, pop pop goes the weasel
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as drawls drop drop drop, 1 take them, non top pop head (?)
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dig the music and make the senseless ryhmes fit
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it's the fact that ya can't be artistic
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intracat raps, comin so simplistic
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gotta strong mind and it doesn't have to be spoon fed
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and i can read it so 'cuz it has to be read
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so some stay illiterate and feeble, leagally let ya
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go the ways of the weasel, the weasel
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Chorus
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Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel -- three times repeat
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Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop / chorus
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Verse Two
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Hip hop, got turned into hip hop
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the second erect is number 1 on the pop charts
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but don't get started on the guy that started
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in the Getto, don't let no one forget about the hard part
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now in 91 we got a new brand, and new band
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lookin like the same old clan, same old theives
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that skeez, so we got to make sure that real rap got to indure
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watch all my points in the period
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appearin in complex structure like a pyramid
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the paper for the media presents
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ya learn lesson from the face of false legend
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stop vexin, on school, ya ain't originate
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on thin ice will break and set ya straight
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ate up on the plate, now who'd deisel, not the weasel
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not the weasel, pop goes the weasel
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Chorus
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Verse Three
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Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
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ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
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Yo, i come from Collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it
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and now you're getting sued kinda stoopid
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boosted track, smack, ya got no haps to reach the 4
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corners of the map, to kids in Kansas
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to kids to speak spanish, doin crazy damage
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so the wack get's banished
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ya can't manage the truth until the biway
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ya ain't quic so ya cut off the exit to my highway
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to rest but a crook, had to take a second look
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ever heard of a cheif who can't cook?
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but the minister prime can lay laws
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hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go or yours
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i goes for mine, i goes for mine,
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i find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine
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on line like the search, or the hoody with the woody
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get a disc or tape at Sam goody
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so ya run through the doors that are left open
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left the scene on the crime smokin
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i got plenty up like a scud see
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blow up, like i'm blowin up a beef patty
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see out, like the measel's no cure, 'cus pop goes the weasel
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the weasel
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Chorus
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Pop Goes The Weasel
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