[Verse 1 - Coolio]
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(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
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You in the ring with a thing, not a man
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And what I bring is shots to the body
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That'll make a fool sing, soprano
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Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
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Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
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Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
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You can't see, vision like a peep ho
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This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
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It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
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Call in the doctor
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He's been rocked and socked-up
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Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up
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Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up
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He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up
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He's gettin banged up
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Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
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Right into a change up
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Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
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El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents
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[The Replacements]
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These combinations are taking me places
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Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
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With tight laces
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Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain
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The championship belt is what I taste and claim
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Survivin the game
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Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here
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Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear
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Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
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Your Knockout King is up in the ring
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[Hook]
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1 - 2 - 3, killer!
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4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
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7 - 8 - 9 - 10
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4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
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1 - 2 - 3, killer!
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4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
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7 - 8 - 9 - 10
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[ding] [ding] now it's on again!
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[Verse 2 - The Replacements]
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Uh, round for round and pound for pound
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It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
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Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out
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Got your corner-man yellin that you ready to pout
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Yeah he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd
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Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 rounds
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The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound
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Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around
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Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss
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When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks
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After the standin eight head to your corner to sit
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Manager screamin at you: "Fight back, move his fists!"
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It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses
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Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds
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I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious
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Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kisses
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 - The Replacements]
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Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
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Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no
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Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin
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Skills quickly end all the gossipin and yappin
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I'm talkin Roy Jones ability
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Knock anybody up in the facility
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Black guy after I attack guys
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Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)
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Amazed, ain't no love, only hate
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Let me hit you with these boulders
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Servin you from the shoulders
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Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up
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Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya
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Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya
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You see two of me, don't ya?
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From the series of punches
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To your dome and your kidneys
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Should'a did you some crunches
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I throw thangs in bunches
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Got me grabbin and punkin now
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Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth
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[Hook x2]
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Knockout Kings
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| Coolio |
