Uh shoot 'em all baby
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Just call it in one time for me real heavy
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Back in black
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Who's the mack
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Sittin' on the back
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Of a Cadillac
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It's the D motherfucker
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Better pass me the mic
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So I can rock on
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And drop the styles I write
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I like hip-hop
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Ya don't stop
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And all that
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I rock the freak styles
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And neat styles
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That are crazy phat,
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It's making me sick
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Punk get off my dick
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[chorus]
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'Cause I'm the same motherfucker
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That I ever was
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Same motherfucker
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But I can't pay attention
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'Cause I'm on that dust
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My head's not swell
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Kid I'm not gell
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Don't feed me soup
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Just give me the funky loop
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I'll rock it to the best of my ability
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Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
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'Cause I'm the man that's on point
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When I jam a funky joint
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I want some other over there
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Yo, I just don't care shit
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Pass the mic
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Then I'm gonna' tear shit
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Up like a peice of paper
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Your girl caught the vapor
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When I ran the caper
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I ain't rearranged
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So don't look strange
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I'm the same motherfucker
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Ain't a damn thing changed
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[chorus]
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'Cause I'm hard like stone
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Don't play me soft
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And I rock rhymes frequently
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I drop it off and
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I'm off in space
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I remember your face
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But don't remember your name
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'Cause it's all the same
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As it ever was
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That's what it is money grip
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Don't trip
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Or I'm gonna' bust that lip
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[chorus]
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Bustin', flippin', skippin',
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Just like a stone on a river
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Ya know I'm gonna' give her
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Whole lotta' flavor
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Criminal behavior
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Used to be how I made it
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But that shit's over rated
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Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
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I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets
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They say money changes people
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But I won't 'cause
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I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was
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[chorus]
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And ya don't quit
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'Cause I'm on that dust
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Soul Assasins are on that dust (ha ha...)
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My man J. Disco is on that dust
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Cypress Hill is on that dust
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FunkDoobiest is on that dust
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Same As It Ever Was
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| House Of Pain |
