Intro
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Sing the song, sing along with me
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Sing the song, sing the song with me
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Verse 1
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When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so
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I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
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So I go low, [slurp], taste the shit
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[Slurp], taste it again, I like it
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[Rrr] I'm the original G-O-D
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Making young ladies scream's my specialty
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when I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
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From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
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When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
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Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco
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Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
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baby baby, I can't stop
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Wu, gots ta like come on through
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Soo, that's the call for the Wu
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I came here to rectify
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BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
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Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
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Man, fuck that
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Shit, that I make it's the skit
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I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it
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Let's sing the song
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Come on party people, all in together now, sing along
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Have you ever ever ever
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In your long legged life
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Had a bald headed bitch
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For your bald headed wife
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[laughter] Gimme dat
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Verse 2
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Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
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And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
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If you wanna get up and get fucked up
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Last nigga got up and got shot up
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But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
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Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya
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You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
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I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
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Chamber number 9, verse 32
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Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
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That a true nigga shall come through
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No-one is available to be compatible
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This is chamber number 9, verse 32
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is what we call The Stomp
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[Stomp]
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The stomp is down [Stomp]
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Get down for your crown [Stomp]
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Stomp [Stomp]
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[ODB]
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Verse 3
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Brothas always playin with the microphone
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When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] you leave it alone
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You couldn't touch, this style is too much
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It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch
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[Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette
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Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
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Straight up and down, I don't play around
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Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound
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Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
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Go by the name Big A, from the shelter
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The Stomp
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
