Here's a mix to make you move……
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Smooth enough to soothe……
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Slow and lower you can go inside a bass'ed-up groove
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So funk it!
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It's gotta be……
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Ain't no need to discuss it…… (Yo Doc!)
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I finna kick this shit…… (Alright!)
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Alright, then bust it!
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Rhymes created by the Doc
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Most definitely down!
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I could be bitten by this brotha with some bad ass brown
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It ain't no joke he needs some Scope 'cuz his breath is (cold!) dope
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as he talks I can smell it and I'm seeing the smoke
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that's the bad breath bandit, you know what's in store
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stay away 'cuz they breath will knock ya (to the floor!)
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that boy is (rough! tough!) de soda (?)
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I don't understand……
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tests his breath inside his palm
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and burned his hand!
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He's a tux(?) destroyer, a Listerine killer, a cavity employer
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a yuck-mouth filler
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(Say man, ya bullshit!)
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No, that's a fact Fresh Kay
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I wish Velamints could take his breath away.
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But, he's always in effect, smelling like dead vermin.
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Honkin' the bitches with his firewalls burning……
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Winch was winch(?) is a curl, just as funky as well
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I mean he has a little woman who can match his smell
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(Yes?)
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He has a girlfriend, this is not pretend
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She uses deodorant that's made for men
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Scratch and sniff wallpaper all over the house
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(Aww shit!)
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Yeah, boy, that's what I'm talking about……
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They need 10 bars of soap, 3 boxes of Tide
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to make them presentable to go outside
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Now my story is true and my opinion candid
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But, that is my tale of the bad breath bandit
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But, you know, that ain't even half of the shit……
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Man, what's up?
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This bitch who stay around the way
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You know her Kay! (Yeah?)
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Y'all want to talk about her?
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Bust it! (Oh kick ass man……)
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Let's talk about girl who's a bonafide witch!
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Name is Tammy. Better known as bitch.
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The boys in the hood all treat her like liquor
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Quick is the way they pass her around
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And then stick her
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I'm not saying she minds. She's a first class skeezer.
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Always on the jock but, only if he's a……
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man with the money and the looks to show
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So, you sayin' she's a witch?
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Yeah, Tammy's a material ho
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You gettin' laid if you can rock a crossfade
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You got the bank to make the bitch who'll get paid
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Taggin' Tammy's a process like when you use a computer
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Use her and do like they did in the old days……
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(Shoot her!)
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A ho and she knows it, yeah the knowledge is there
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So they say that she's slutty and she tell them she don't care
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But, y'all I'm keepin' my clear, even though she is pretty
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'Cuz we only use Tammy for a guest to the city
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Right on……
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But, bust this, Tammy ain't the only fucked-up freak in the city
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Well, who else, man?
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Aw, c'mon Rock, you know her now. You know her……
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Seabiscuit breath, right? (Yeah, that's her)
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Yo! Go on! Bust it homes!
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You stand around the bitch and your nose turns white
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You ever thought about what Big Bird's shit smells like?
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Well, you take that aroma, multiply it times two
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And you think about Sue (Sour-smellin' Sue!)
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She's a girl that has the power to kill a fresh flower
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Rock smelled the ho and said: "Damn that bitch is sour!"
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Now, I don't judge I mean that's not what I'm thinkin'
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People do what they want and I guess she like stinkin'
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But whatever the deal, I think someone should call Guiness……
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'Cuz this is kicking a scent that fucks up Kay's tennis shoes
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And a dress, dress it fresh to impress
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She really ought to be embarrassed because that girl is a mess
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If you ever see her you'll duck and cover
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She looks like your sister but smells like your brother
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And since they tell me Trey, honest to phase(?)……
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I let her know that she reminded me of the Gunsmoke days
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But, it ain't no thing
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If she stink she'll sing
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But to me it's like she needs a little Irish Spring
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You oughtta know what I'm sayin'……
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I hope I made myself clear?
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About the 3 ass hos, but, Troll(?) I'm outta here
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Yo! yo! yo! these 3 people make me so sick that I gotta go 1988 on it
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Tammy your momma ain't got no legs be talking about "I ain't gonna stand for this!"
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Ha ha ha ha!
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| Boy you sick man! You sick! Yeah |
