CHORUS
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It's workin', It's workin'
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Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
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I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily
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routine sweeps.
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It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a
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addict.
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When I'm near the mike I gots to grab it. Rip the system to shreds, grab
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the braids in my head.
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Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said. This is your introduction
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to the new episode.
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With the Double I countin' down to explode.
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Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more, livin' rotten to the
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core
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everybody to the right, cause all I got left is my flow.
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I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean. Uh oh, I guess
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it's going' down, not now, right now.
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So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine
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fanny,
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I miss my mammy.
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And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny nanny
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that's
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my mother's mammy. Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're
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still family.
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Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets. Cuz I might
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wind
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up doing that same old cruddy shit.
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Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood. Back cockin',
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buckshottin', your ass is shot.
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CHORUS
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It's workin', It's workin'
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Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
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Can you chill a can can you spill a can can you kill a can I know I can
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I
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know I can I know I can can an American a Republican tucking with this
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African can from this kian land I know I can It's a war wick wick wick
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wack that's Dionne Dionne should have predicted her quick trip and
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Stayed
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cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the
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unbelievable bastard I be Well belive that shit's some be on Settle the
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score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
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puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
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KLICKOW' Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now forgive the enemy
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be
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a friend of me you teach but forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in
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the
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streets preach love practice hate break tapes and chatterin' Streaks on
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your structure Stain your whole establishment let's get specific style
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that's horiorific twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
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we'll lift it then shift it brandish the biscuit finish you nitwit
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cancel
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Christmas won't stop this slick shit
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CHORUS
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It's workin', It's workin'
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Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!
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time to do sit up I'm a loose nut watch crews get cut bring it to my
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illtown grounds and lose your butts but whaqt is the matter matter
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of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
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Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
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truck I shoula told you Large Marge sent her two chocolates away from
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being sloppy in bunches with no lunches step with the punches and try
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some
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butt crunches get your hands clappin front and the back and keep a cool
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head for all my swingers packin attackin' back in the motherfuckin'
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house
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done travelled a milion miles and I'm still kickin' styles backsnack
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taht
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ass back now how's about that? you feel about as shitty as a baby's
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unwiped ass crack I'll crack a bat dead on the back black and leave you
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layin' there flat as a flapjack
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We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie after this instead of beef
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you'll be givin me chicken at Kentucky lackin' lucky so worlds fear
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these
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and there'll be no more you Ooh! ooh! like no world's series
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Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
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what's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
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be
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caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill
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man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
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way
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beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
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to
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go on until you're up and gone
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When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
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my
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friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
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hours rappers the pin strike is my f |