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Yeah here we go, just go with the flow
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I wanna say something about this girl I know
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She tried to play me out, though, check it out
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This I dedicate to the girl I hate
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It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
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So yo, go ahead swinger, I'm putting up my middle finger
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I'm not sad or mad, I don't feel anger
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You're not all that fly trying to play the role
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I had girls that looked better on the hoe stroll
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Working night patrol, you know what I mean?
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I get cash and still wear Jordache jeans
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You thought your drug-dealing man was much better
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Because he always came and got you in a plush Jetta
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Or an Audi, a Benz, or a Jaguar
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You didn't think G. Rap was going that far
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I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off
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And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell off
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You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I would achieve
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Cause you had something up your sleve
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Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head
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Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
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Come to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it
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The only record your man got is a jail record
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I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
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The only picture you got is his mug shot
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I'm on a label with well know singers in it
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Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
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Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
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By the way, guess who made his license plates
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Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues
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Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
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Go ahead good looking, you can keep booking
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>From my recital I'll never get my title tooken
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So you got a little 9 to 5, so what?
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What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts?
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You look slick, but you know every Tom and Dick
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You're more quick than a chick from a porno flick
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While you scrub floors, I go on tours
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>From me, G Rap, yo, truly yours
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(Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!)
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Listen up money, or should I say honey?
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You're looking more sweeter than a Playboy bunny
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Fingernails filed, your hair is styled
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And the gear that you wear looks hot and wild
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Everybody says is he, some kind of sissy?
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Your name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy"
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Night or day lights, you fall for the gay rights
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I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight
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With men, and Len, your real close friend
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But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend
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You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer
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Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in your ear
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Running in cars, hanging out in bars
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Winking your eyes to guys that wear bras
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Skintight Levi's and even kneehighs
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Don't try to lie, sugar, I know why
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In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume
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Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons
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You don't think about the opposite sex at all
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Instead of sugar walls, you'd rather have a ball
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Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
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But look at you now, at jams you say "ow"
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A sex disease was a common as TB
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But gays today get VD in 3-D
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And that is called AIDS in case you didn't know
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And the only blow I'm giving is this knockout blow
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Switching with your bandana looking like Diana Ross
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>From me G Rap, yo, truly yours
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(Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man)
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Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad
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And try and write down the numbers of the men you've had
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So remember when you're putting someone else in check
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Go to the Wizard of Oz and get some self-respect
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Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent scar
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I don't have to go that far, you know who you are
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And if you don't, then everybody else does
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Cause all the fellas be telling me how good you was
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I can't accept a girl with a ruined rep
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I'm like a chef, I just cook up the stew and step
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Off with her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she blows
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She wanna throw like the girls from the peep shows
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Your man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny
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And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
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And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
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Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
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The way it looks, you'll end up in |