[Verse 1]
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Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
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She gets real ill when she hears my cut
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Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
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With straps on the back one fresh with a folds
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Grill in the back with a grill in the front
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24-carrot gold on my trunk
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Got a rope like a python hanging 'round my neck
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Got a freak in my arms cold kicking on the set
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Never get ill coz I'm too damn swatz
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Got a funky Trans-Am with a duel exhaust
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LA is fine but Seattle is my home
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Ornament is good coz I don't like chrome
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[Chorus x2]
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That's rippin'
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[Verse 2]
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Chillin' never illin' in the place to be
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Down with MIX-A-LOT
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On the west coast driving big Cadillac's
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Snow-white paint job with the wheel in the back
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?sex talks smack if they cannot aim?
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But you gotta have a brand in the computerised game
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You get mad coz your girlfriend wants to play my song
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You know you wanna hear "Put The Record Back On"
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3]
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I'm a real estate investor a hardcore dresser
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Money counting brother and I hate polyester
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Walking on the wild side pulling gold snaps
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I know you getting jealous because I got it like that
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Cruise by the way on my cellular phone
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Spend a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home
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Dog in the front yard fence in the back
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Freak round the side with a feline hat
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[Chorus x1]
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Rip This
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[Verse 3]
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Rolling with a new song kicking my beats
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With my girl by my side looking oh so sweet
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Got ? on my feet and gold on my neck
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Hardcore carrot cash and I never write cheques
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Bank roll so sweet I can hardly hold it
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You once had a dream that you grandma stole it
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Punched her in the eye and took my bank back
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You ever wonder why I'm like that
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Coz I'm rippin'
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And that's rippin'
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[Verse 4]
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Yeeaahh...
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You like this beat but its time to change
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Not gonna get ill but I'm gonna get strange
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Push your partner throw 'em in the eye
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Gonna kick it live with the "Square Dance" style
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I'm a rippin' motherfucker that my last name
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When I get wild freaks go insane
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Rip it to the left and a rip it to the right
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Gonna bust hardcore on my freaks tonight
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Grab your partner get up in his face
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Homegirl put the sucker in his place
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Seven days a week I'm on vacation
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Lets get live with the kid sensation
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[Beatboxing]
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[Instrumental Chorus: x2]
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[Verse 5]
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Can I get ill just one more time
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Kid Sensation with a new fresh rhyme
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All the fly chicks hanging on our tip
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Keep the girlies come with my bullwhip
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All sucker DJ's I will swat
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Call ill hip-hop with Mix-A-Lot
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There's girls that will dance and girls that wont
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Because this jam rips and other ones don't
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 6]
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Rollin' down the avenue picking up points
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I like to count bank but I don't roll joints
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I'm a hardcore B-Boy sitting on a throne
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Never hanging on a ave' just kick it at home
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Girlies at Cal like to feel my beats
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Big, big kick drums get more freaks
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Some sucker MC's say "they can feel it"
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But I bet you be happy if I let you steal it
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[Chorus x3]
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Rippn' (Duet With Kid Sensation)
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
