(featuring Nancy Des Rose)
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[Kool Keith] New Nancy Des Rose
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[Nancy Rose] Keith you gon' hold this track down for me?
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I'm goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage
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Aight? I'll be back later
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[Kool Keith]
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My commodes are larger
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I call rappers to look at the feces
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800 pounds, my pet tiger feed
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You whack niggaz a bowl of doo-doo
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Anything you play my pee will stain
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Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain
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George Westinghouse started to like that beam on the mouse
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Imagine a apartment in Riverdale
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with 5 Belve' bottles with defecation on the couch
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Soiled clothes in the hampers
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Warned everybody, including your hype men
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Global maximum urine, piss on the core of the city
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Leavin New York police department with Pampers
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With KF's chicken baby, my uncle's Colonel Sanders
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Watch the mixtape, niggaz don't even know yet
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Pressin up homosexuals that ain't even pro yet
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I vomit on most rappers gettin off a private jet
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Australian orangu' tango
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A key to dog Asian that's my private pet
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Tighten up in Jersey kid writin some ol' cow shit
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while you watchin the Nets
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Your top performance is low to me
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Your chihuahua, that's your apex
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I respect the Taco Bell dog better than you
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Cause he's cleverer than you
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[Chorus: Kool Keith]
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Shorty, just take off your clothes
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Take them off (I wanna take it off)
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Shorty, take off your clothes
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Take them off (I wanna take it off)
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[Nancy Des Rose]
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Palm trees, blue seas, ships to outfits
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I dip right into some jumpin mix
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Twist and flip it over to the other side
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The people say, "Oh la, chu la"
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I'm hot to trot, Hollywood can't stop what I got
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Like special stew in a pot, a remix recipe
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Go back to your shop, inspect your beats
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I'm recreating the streets, hits that fit
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You gotta go home to take that Prozac
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Cause your shit is whack, you lack the act
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I come with what attacks, don't counter contracts
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I stay packed with fly tracks
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Flavors everywhere, I dare you to try and fly with me
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Full speed ahead, you got no deal
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I'm the real, down Melrose on a shopping spree
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Something for me, usually some fly shit
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Made just for me on an island in the highlands
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You can't reach me, you can't teach me
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I'm way out in the Pacific, Atlantic, the Red Sea
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It's all just a breeze
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A real, a meal, I heal, open all the seals
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[Chorus]
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[uncredited rapper]
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Yo... yo, yo, yo
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Let me take you there, UHH, UHH
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C'mon, bash the club, we don't care
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Strippers lapdance, shakin they tail, it's a crazy night
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We take 'em out like every night
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Let's go, that's how we do, back to the city
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Crack backs real fast in the quickie
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I know you like that, G-strings come off
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with your black tights, we can go nuts
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Slap that ass... UHH
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We can get drunk, smack that ass
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Those high boots
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Full length fishnet black body suits
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A sexy tan (yeah)
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I'm a big fan, big fan baby
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Chicks love me, call me a big man
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A freak by nature, don't be a hater
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Drink it up right out of the alligators
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Yo, we in the elevator
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Gettin naked, Bonaventure
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They can see us, baby don't fake it
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[Chorus]
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Take It Off
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Dr. Octagon |