Chorus: Party Arty
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Check it out huh, this is how it's going down
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From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x)
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Verse 1: A.G.
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It's time to hit ya, let the melody split ya
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Poems is deadly, Holmes better get the picture
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See these vibes are visible
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Fiends see it in the mental, chicks dig it in the physical
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We had to lounge, now I'm furious
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Fake hip-hoppers, can they do it in '95? I'm curious
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Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness
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Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches
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Don't compare me when you hear me
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I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly
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Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question
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Is how now this is your profession
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I'm charged off the lye
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How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high
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Taking loot like bakers and produce pages
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And styles go for Miles, like Davis
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My potential, with Show's instrumental
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Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you
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In the mental, who's that abusing rap?
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Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black
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And these tracks are incredible
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S-H-O to the W, true to our revenue
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That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless
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Time to get down with the boogie
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Chorus x2
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Verse 2: A.G.
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I got a mind like Minolta
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Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta
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I want cheese like ziti
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You'll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me
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I jam, sucker, like the God in all the ruckus
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Over tracks (Your girl probably claps) Then I stuck her
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No front, all I want is to be happy
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Probably like Mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy
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Don't lift weights, let the hands be dictate
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The Giant is great from back then to this date
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I take the cake and I bounce with the whole weight
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A weapon, stepping straight from Section 8
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If it's me then you might not wait
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If you fake the moves, then it's your tools I'm a take
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I want to see you stop me to those that knock me
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Amazing with blazing talents like Rodney
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Strict with the voodoo, peace to Chaka Zulu
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In the clutch, I can't be touched, they must be noodles
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Too many skills for you to try and doubt
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Put your money where your mouth, I'm a make you wear your mouth
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I've had it, time to get bruised and battered
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I'm like Earvin Orsette, cause I'm great with that black magic
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It's nothing when my man's on production
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I reign (You catch a blow to your brain) percussion
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Rap savior, the more the major
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Bring 'em all on, and they'll get shitted on with flavor
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Reality is what it's all about
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So when you hear the vibes of Show & A, check it out
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Chorus x2
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Check it Out
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Showbiz & A.G. |