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[Speaking Spanish]
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WATCH OUT!
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[Speaking Spanish]
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WATCH OUT!
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[Speaking Spanish]
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WATCH OUT!
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[Speaking Spanish]
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[Verse 1]
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Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
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Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile
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When you enterin' the realm
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You find me at the helm
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Still standin' like abandoned buildings
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In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex
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Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
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Deep like Barry White's throat box
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I bet you those cops mix
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Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
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The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar
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You wanna see it no matter who you are
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Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that
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Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball
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Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex
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Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft
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Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty
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New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings
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Do it for the love of the art and the childrens
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And throw paper machet inside of ya models
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See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
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Allergic to ya sperm broke hives
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Concerned about ya life when ya down eight lives
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Top of the night I'm up in queens like ah yeah
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[Repeat 1]
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[Verse 2]
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Introducin' introducin' to you Dave
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Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint
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Cabaret artist I'll two piece ya tray
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If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent
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Touch her till her back indents
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Wrap it extra strength
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Run a lap on her calculatin' the length
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Holdin' mics tighter than hymens
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Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven
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Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack
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Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties
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Bill Bixby green, ATM money
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Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye jeans
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Classic like Reuben and Rah
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One nigga under the groove we shootin' for that Parliament high
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Plus bigger than the fourth of July
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Take the back seat drive out
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Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post
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Sinin' above all who are y'all to boast
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Stayed calm and all came to me to host
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My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps
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It's gettin' filled moms jack penny
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It used to be unknown around the way
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Now my bix became a bouqet
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Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate
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Been a minute since ya heard the souls
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So the soul gon' cost ya three
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All ya people wanna front like the soul don't hold control
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But it don't mean shit to me
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Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed
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Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists
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We run the interference throughout the game clout
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Can't be denied the bout for the title
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Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol
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Bring it back to the draw
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Ghosts of grand wiz Theodore
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Played dirty with ever since played on the floor
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Stop verbal assaults just in case a war break out
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Steal vaults bigger than giraffes
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But they still got a lot for me
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Heard em' say alot of nigga with the underground
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They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money
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Stupid
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Watch Out
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De La Soul |