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06 Thoroughbred (TSOB remix) - Mountain Brothers
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[chorus x 2]
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rhymes that be thorough
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flows that be thorough
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shows that be thorough
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[verse 1 : chops]
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kitty cats be jocking when they catch me in the
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hallways rocking
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my tracks is like Jehovah's Witnesses, always knocking
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just when you thought you had all forgotten
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the album is dropping, stop all of your cock blocking
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Chops and MB's is hitting off the meters
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i lace tracks with the strings from Run-DMC's addidas
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Cooler than water rice from Rita's
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your daughters fight to meet us
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my rhythm has given hella divas the yellow fevers
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you know the steez, chill like zero degrees
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folks notice me both locally and oversees
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go with ovaries, be standing close to me, hopefully
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Enter the Dragon, essentially bag
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them like they were groceries
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vocally ain't nobody approaching me
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even supposedly, i'm talking globally bi-costally
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you know the three Mountain Bros and we flow with ease
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leaving you holding these, impeach the president so
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you can vote for me,
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what?
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[chorus x 2]
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[verse 2 : styles]
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when i school kids i'm cool and ruthless
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crews end up looking foolish and losing saying
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"I'm a quit music!"
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i'm the type of cat with two chicks, with nice full lips
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that like huge tits dipped in Cool Whip
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when I'm spilling, women, find me appealing
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if I had a dime for every time a lady caught feelings
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that's about a million, I'd a made a killing
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back in college, I majored in chilling
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i'm only bugging, you know me, cousin
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your chance of beating me it's really close to nothing
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and your girl's lonely, is she needing loving?
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check it out, i'll bone her and
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you won't even own me nothing
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yeah I'm kinda shameless, that's why I'm a crowd favorite
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girls misbehave with up, their fellas want to blame us
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that's the lamest, you can't contain us
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brainless ignoroimous, don't you know our name yet?
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we're the greatest, most entertaining-est
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Mountain Brothers, world motherfucking famous, biiiitch!
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[chorus x 2]
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[verse 3 : Peril-L]
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the live shit we bless the nation,
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fly chicks are rest in place in
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my custody for private investigation
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you cry in lust to see the sky kid to test your patience
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so why trust in me cause I spit these gestations
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a thought, estimation's an art, sensations get caught
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tangled in the brain I fought, wrangle with
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the pain and rap with clout
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you pissy drunk on old fashioned
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reminisce yapping bout 50 trunks of cold cashin'
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ever since the Genesis the blackness, meanices attract this
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my nemesis the wackness practice
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through the book of Revalations, it's changed
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we shoot the treble, bass, and midrange
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and took the devil's place and get strange
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i'm only buggin', Chops quantitized the beats
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harmonize with freaks thats carmelized and sweet
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we on a rise to meet all challengers
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wanna slide your feet off balances and
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beast the raw talented
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[chorus x 3]
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Thoroughbred (With Mountain Brothers) (T.S.O.B. Remix)
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