(To all the stupid people in the house,
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you are about to witness something you have never witnessed before.
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You see, you're pretty much forgetting well
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alminen is like a different ways a little
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BMM BMM BMM BMM BMM
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fancy nautical place to be.
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We're gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005,
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kickin' it my speed)
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(Cuz I got a funny feeling
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you are all sick of all these members
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biting their rhymes because
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we nee-eed backstabbers,
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When it comes to me and my associate,
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Kenny Omonitarysuckinaras,
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we know how you fuckers wanna beeeee,
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We're crossed
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Er'ew ni the P-P-Paul mix
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Er'ew eht gib bmob
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I hsiw I wenk erom naht I
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dluoc reve hsiw ot wonk
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Dna ot wohs uoy emos realc lous
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So all you know the man says
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it would go a little something like this)
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La-di-da-di-da-di, we like to party-party.
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We always causin' trouble-trouble bothering everybody.
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We are just some men upon the mic
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And when we grab the pitch,
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Yo, we grab that shit tight!
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Fuck all of y'all who's goin' to hell,
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Just keep on smilin' and enjoy yourself
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'Cause it's cool when you 'cause a cozy condition,
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And that's what we create because that be our mission.
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So, listen close to what we say because-
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What?
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This type of shit happens every day.
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What?!
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This type of shit happens every day!
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What!?!
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This type of shit happens every day!!
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I woke up around 2 in the mornin'.
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Did a lot of coke, strechin', yawnin'.
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Went into the bathroom to wash up:
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Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch and said,
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"Mirror, mirror on-on the wall,
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Who be the top choice of-of them all?"
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There was a rubble-rubble-dubble;
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Five minutes it lasted.
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The mirror said,
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"You are, you conceited bastard!"
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Well, that's true!
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That's why we never have no beef.
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And so I washed off the soap and I brushed the gold teeth,
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Changed my clothes, part my hair;
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I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear.
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And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
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The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne.
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Fresh-dressed like a million dolla's:
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I wore the high-tops and popped the flat colla'.
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Stepped out the crib, stopped short-
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Shit, I forgot my fucking Kangol!
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Then I dilly-dally, me run into an alley.
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Got me bust into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley.
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God damn bitch played hard to get,
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So I said, "What's up girl? You look like shit."
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Don't cry, dry your eye.
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Sally sees her momma and says, "You all better hide tonight."
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Because her mom stepped up from behind,
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Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye,
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Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet,
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Slammed the girl on the hard concrete.
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Bitch was strong, her mind was gone,
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Somethin' seemed wrong; now what is going on?
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I tried to bust it up, I said, "Stop it, leave her."
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She said, "If I can't have you, she can't either."
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She grabbed me hard, around my cock
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So, I broke out like I had the chicken pox.
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Her momma gave chase; she caught us quickly.
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She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said,
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"Why don't you give me some play?
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Stop avoiding me like you is gay.
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I wet my pants whenever you say,
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'Bitches love me cause they know that I can beat box.'
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Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see
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Sometimes your words just hypnotize me.
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I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid."
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Ooo, on and on and on and on and... whatever...
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I said, "I'm out," and then I gave her a kiss.
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I said, "You can't have me, I am too young for you miss."
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She said, "No you are not," then she starts crying.
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I said, "I'm 18," and she says, "Stop lying!"
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I'm serious, go ask my mother.
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And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my lover.
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La Di Da Di
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| Mindless Self Indulgence |
