Chorus: All
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If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just forget it
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Cause nobody rocks the party like we
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Get loose, get loose, Sunshine get loose
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Just rock, and show 'em you got juice
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And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!
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Verse 1: LA Sunshine
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I know it's been a while since the last time
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You're heard LA Sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme
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But now I think it's time to go for mine
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So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind
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Because it's time for me to out a few heads to bed
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Because I'm upset at what somebody said
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I've heard it through the grapevine it's been said
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That Sunshine, can't rhyme?
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Ha! That's the funniest line that I heard in a long time
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The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat
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I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet
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So if you're ready, get set for a trip to the sun
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You'll be guided, and I've decided to become
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One to take total control of your soul
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Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold
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Sticks and stones might break your bones but Pos is gonna blow your mind
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Ain't no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!
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Verse 2: Posdnuos
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Now you can bet that I'm first kick a watt
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Soul son, Plug One, Posdnuos I'm top notch
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Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain
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So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane
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So homeboys and girls just come follow me
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I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and Plug Three
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I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow
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But I gets mad respect from Norfolk to Glasgow
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I run this up to court about a minute to the sec
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Cause my hoodie won't clash with Whipper Whip's mockneck
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So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math
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And after this give me your goddamn autograph
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Whipper Whip, you can make the microphone sing
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Walking around sporting your diamond ring
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All the ladies know you as an MC king
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So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing
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Verse 3: Whipper Whip
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Well the Prince is my title and, I do what I must do
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When rappers get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
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Or three, see it doesn't matter to me
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Cause the W-H-I-P's got an army
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Whipper Whip, the Whipster, money gripster
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Can't stand the tipster unless she got the hips to
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Move a mountain, left on Kingsly and Fountain
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1345 is where I used to count them
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The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses
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No more losses and no toy mosses
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It's the Kings of Kingsly, from Bronx to Hollywood
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I'm Whipper Whip, I but the G in "good"
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Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average
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Been rapping to the man like Randy Savage
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You be the judge, come stand as I slam some
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There's open invitation to all and then some
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Sticks and stones might break your bones but JD Dub is gonna blow your mind
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Ain't no need to hold it (Let it go!) Just one more time!
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Verse 4: Dove
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I kick the Chatanooga Choo Choo so listen to the calling
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Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
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It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips
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>From back in the days I used to air it to the hits
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Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
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And Wild Style was the real, dig it?
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I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects
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Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and cash checks
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DJ Mase, since you got the bass, why don't you hit it, hit it?
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Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
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The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the Tito
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Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it
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Tito, rocking it!
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Verse 5: Tito
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Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token
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No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer
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I'm solo, like Bobo, breaking backs like Bolo
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No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting
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Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like Benson
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Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the human
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Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying
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Or Keenan, live Ivory, Waynan, who's slaying?
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A TV or movie, hit singles often move me
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Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ???
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No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm ripping
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Slam dun |