So what I rock the tracks
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that be weird like that
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even to this you couldn't catch
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me with photomat
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my mack will leave you more cheeky
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than the japs D.O.A.
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I'll make up like a big cat
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fill the raft
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of the shaft brother
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gettin DAP like a little
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from Brooklyn hangin with
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nut crack like that
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tight nigger that a light ciggers
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blow sniffers
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flow spitters
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you
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make sure you bring your phone witcha
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twist the situation
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and make you hole hit ya
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(red man)
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rock rock on
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open you with the fumes of smoke
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I left in the vocal booth
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disablin' plugs and microphone cablin'
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smoke filled automobiles I rode daily in
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I hooked the track till they blow
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shit for 30 G's
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I ride blindfold
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with bongos
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ha ha ha
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uh ah uh ah uh ah
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so hit the road Jack
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and don't you come back
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shit I wanna make the cheddar
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till I make bass collapse
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hit more holes than Minnesota Fats
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you're brains been tapped
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my superior aristocrat
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murder 16 bars
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drunk off o snaps
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pumped so many tracks
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you might think I do crack
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rip the microphone like a hair wrestlin match
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lick your lips bitch
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cause your shit might eat chap
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you know Nikki D.
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these fake bitches be
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awsome bullshit ing with the triple P
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demolish wax polish
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this dick I got
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will make the baddest bitch topless
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jobless
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around with it
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red litty
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shitty
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got niggers in Germany blitty
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now I'm the new president
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and sellin spinach
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50 cents and up
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can't handle get there
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hu ha check check it out
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friggy, diggy, jiggy diggy
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check it out
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doctors in the house
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don't like what I'm sayin
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got the nigger
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shit is bad, bad, bad, bad
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the year 2000
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Syrinx
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