Hey C.S. man, umm
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Yeah since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm
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why don't you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior?
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C'mon man, gimme somethin man!
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Common! Ah-heh!
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Let's Make a Deal, pickle I'm pitchin penny dimes and nickles
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You couldn't sell a sticker, on the tape your DJ tickles
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I jiggle and juggle the rhymes like, I was to keep you suckers all
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waiting
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My tub I rub-a-dub it with my rubber duck I play
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with those quack MC's, someone's been sittin in my chair
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And I'ma wash that crank right outta my hair
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Shampoo but, I'm down with the Nubian Nut, Joe and go for self
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You're buggin buddy doin somebody nosin don't know yourself
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Peace to Sef and Jeff, Tae ?Deesy Dirty and Don Tanean?
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Haste makes waste, so with the case is how my day begins
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Hot in quarter vader shops the sports day market pelo
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I'm think of my pap, the doctor slapped me in the hostpial with a G-O
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Word is bond when I was born, and I took a breath
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I never rhyme with busted rhymes and even the blind knew I was def
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Respect to Chico ?Waller Al Kadee Roscoe Kalidjusome?
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Poo-da, Ba Ba, Luther, the Baby B-Boyz always into some
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Time for get me drunk, ?Stu and more my cousin adulay?
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Fuck the bitches who dissed us and the hoes who wouldn't give Rash' a
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play
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I'ma play, and which way, until I get my new props
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Peace to Ricki Love the rockin shot to all the beer spots
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The marks we used to stick up, the posse gets much thicker
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To those who I forgot yo I'ma blame it on the liquor
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That's my nigga list, to those who I missed
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my ass you can kiss I gotta piss
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Pitchin' Pennies
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| Common |
