[Sen Dog]
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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Once again, ha ha ha
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We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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[B-Real]
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Now all these new nigas tryin to bust grips
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Keep tryin, I'm shittin all over yo tapes
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And yo CDs, you see these
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Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
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Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka
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The rhyme spitter spittin over the transmittor
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I got double platinum records on the wall
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While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
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Cats wanna try me, you must be high
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Cause you havin fuckin +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin?
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Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it
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Any little title you got, I'm takin it
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You can't have it, you didn't earn it
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Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it
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Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss
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What movie you livin in and how much did it cost?
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What role are you playin? I'm only sayin
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You're the record gettin played and I'm DJ'in
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Playin you, playin you, and playin you
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Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha)
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[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
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You're a weak ass hoe
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Punk slow yo role
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You're nothin but a clone
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With nothin to show
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You're a weak ass hoe
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Need a style of your own
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You're a weak ass hoe
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You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga)
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Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka)
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Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit)
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You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk)
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You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick)
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[B-Real]
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Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine
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Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind
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Please don't mind me, you'll find me
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Rollin the pine trees, women askin to sign these
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Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble
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Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
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I'll be in that corner table wit my homies
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Gettin stoney tryin to avoid the phonies
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Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic
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To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?
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Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?
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Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin my bone
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She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
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Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly
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I don't think so, you stink, hoe
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The chain in yo brain is missin a link, hoe
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Please back up, I know you look good
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But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
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(ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)
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[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
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You're a stank ass hoe
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Tryin to get dough
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Leave me alone
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Cause you can't roll
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You're a stank ass hoe
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Nut ridin pro
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You're a stank ass hoe
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A stank ass hoe
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Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat)
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You can't roll (You can't roll)
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You're a stank ass hoe
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A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe)
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You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp)
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(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
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(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)
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[B-Real]
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Here goes another example to begin it
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With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it
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When I look at me, I look and see
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How long it took for you to throw the book at me
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Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
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These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
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And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down
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And put the anti-bacterial assault down
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Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
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Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess
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Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
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I'm rockin the outta the West and rockin the East (?)
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[Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)]
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(Punk ass nigga)
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You're a bitch ass hoe
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Knockin on my door
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Leave me alone
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Cause you got no soul
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You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
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Need to find a place to go
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You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas)
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You're a bitch ass hoe
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Don't touch the microphone
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You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick)
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You're a bitch ass hoe
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Leave me alone
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Got no place to go
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You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe)
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[humming]
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Stank Ass Hoe
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Cypress Hill |