[Dave:]
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Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"
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It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road
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with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
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It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
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for the folks under the floor, on tour [beatboxing]
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Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard
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But now I travel a little light in my skin
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It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in
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Like [?] body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!")
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I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em
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It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
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So scrumptious with cholesterol
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Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
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This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
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But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
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Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
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On on on on on on on...
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("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song")
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[Pos:]
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We all do what we gotta do
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When no love in the heart of a city
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No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
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Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave
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They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
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in eight days and wake up, exercise demons
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Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back!"
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Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
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No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
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Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly
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Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
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then let all the whack shit fall out
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Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
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Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
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No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
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So smell us all on your clothes
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Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes
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Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!")
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[Dave:]
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Yeah, and wipe your face pa
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Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya
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I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
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Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
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An apple a day, we have FUN dip
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I knew one dip, after school special delivery
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She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
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We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up
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[Bitchy Girl:]
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(Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
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(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
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(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
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(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
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(I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP!)
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[Pos:]
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Can I get a Soul Clap?
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It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
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Many men do wish they could rock
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But all they do is inject the value of shock
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But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
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The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
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They don't run in fear, they gravitate
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to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
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(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
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And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble")
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Wonder Why ("for the time")
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Workmatic, pullin them dimes
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who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
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and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
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and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
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SHA-NA-NAHHHH!
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Voodoo Circus
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De La Soul |