(We be kickin yo' fat funky ass, on WKYA)
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What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
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What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..
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[Verse One]
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Yo.. excuse me muh'fucka, I'm tryin to get through
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When Doc loaded, I'm like a STUD missile
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A STUD six-two, I'm huntin down hoes with
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no drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
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Don't brownnose just join it
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Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
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Jam on it, the (Blair Witch) wouldn't camp on it
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I block and shine like suntan ointment
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You do a dance when the lead is clipped in
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Only dude with a bike with air conditionin
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Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in
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So prepare to wear SCUBA gear equipment
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I wet it, my tape underground leakage
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It hit the air and you'll swear you found Jesus
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The man who turned out the Summer Jam
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Not with a mic, I brrrrrrrrrrrr, tuck it in
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The noise keep the helicopter hoverin
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Your boys is dead weight when I muscle in
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I need a (Hot Girl), a (Ryde or Die) chick
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Mainly a hot chick ridin Funk Doc dick
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Smell it, when the odor airs in
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The gorilla shit, hoes in polar bear skin
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The chronic stink up the overhead bin
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When I.. yo, Redman struck again!
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[Chorus]
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What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
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What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..
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("Can y'all hear me out there?" -!--Lyrics End-->
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Whut I'ma Do Now
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