[Redman]
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Aiyyo yo fuck that!
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Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo
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Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga!
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Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down
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Yo, yo
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Put the drop down, get your smoke on
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Get your feel on, are you feeling?
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Get your girl on, get your squeeze on
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Get your bus on, are you chilling?
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Are you wheeling, are you feeling?
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How you feeling? And we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh
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(Tell me what you doin)
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C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo
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I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around
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Stay focused, on the case put the hash down
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Jetted through the air about five miles per hour
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My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna
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But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that
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couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV
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From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes
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Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s
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Write the check low, I don't do that
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I told you that shit before when I boned your back
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Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin
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So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin
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Ran into Gator, from (Jungle Fever)
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He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor
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He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers
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from Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha
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Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry
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He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy
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I said... what the fuck goin on?
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A white guy interruptin my fuck flowin on?
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So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
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Stalkin like Rambo, mixed with Commando
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Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle
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Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow
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I jumped up and backtracked myself
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Who's the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
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I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again
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I bet she up to no good, actin foul again
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Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin, I get her if I want her
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Matter of fact I'm gonna cause she live around the corner
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I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor
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cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer
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But I heard fuckin all the way from the bottom
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I'm like, damn she yellin! Kinda made me jealous
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Knocked on the door enraged
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like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days
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Do it clown, before I count to four now
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Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down
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I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run
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So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one
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FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS, I jumped on Jane back
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I WANT THE CHEESE MOTHERFUCKERS, and my name back
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We tusslin, fightin, bitin skin and rustlin
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Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and
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her knees bucklin, I thought to myself
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"Where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin?" then
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right out the blue (CLANG!) Owww! [birds chirpin]
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Who dat? Who dere?
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.. (this program will be continued)
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Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II)
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Redman |