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What we have here is a very, serious situation
of people out here always ridin the dick, hmmph
But this out
I like your style, I your stride
And I your motivation
But the late show, we ain't standin for shit
So my man right he wrote a little song about it
Why you sing it

Ring the, alarm, comes, the com
Call me mr. hollywood -- it out!
the, alarm, here comes, the com
Call me mr.
On the goodship,
Pop goes the lolli lolli, for i'm, the
Good fellow, is anybody there?
I'm not a step, so don't
I rock-well I always feel like
I always feel like, watchin me
Ooh, somebody's me
It's be that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "black get off the 'zack,
You block my tract"
I go pee-pee, yo you don't know me
You're a new kid on my jock, tip-seekin and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a
So when you see me homey, just please step aside
Step aside, not talkin wlidside, I'm comin the southside
Where the ruffnecks reign; if you can't it, don't go outside
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your bluff and pull your
And nowadays it's all dick kids, that wanna be hard
fraudulent, I can tell a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got
And out is how I'm lookin, I'm out for my people
I'm fly like I'm fly like but me don't no eagle
Beat the with the juice, how far would you go to
You're never gonna get it, woo-wooh-wooh-wooh! * like en vogue*
You wasn't down the +jump+, so why you wanna kris kross?
You no buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, cause a sucker

..

We lucky we got em, you can spot em
a distance, now let's just say for instance
You got a crank ganked for his bank by some snake
Little wench -- is you is, or is you
The
You gotta be, gotta be, to let the shit occur
Gettin pimped, by a hoe, that ain't too to beg, for your dough
She get your money mo mo money money mo!
I go out like that if it was my first day off of punishment
Just call me kaopectate; in relationships, I'm shit
So don't be to me with that, "we can go out, you pay"
that bitch, it's the, unamerican way
This is the circumcision, and skins is cut off
Ridin on my shit, to get they nut off
Not, no cops, just low-downs want a
If you ain't with the 'van, dyke, get off the dick
Cause I remember the time, the time, the you tried
To play me like I was booty but now you're a groupie
me uhh, sweatin me uhh
Tellin me when I get big don't be me uhh
But forget you, forgot you, after, I you
It's blo pop time bitch, you better set clock
To the alarm

..

Why'd the mc sucker mc cross the road?
To get to the side? !
Why'd the sucker mc mc cross the road?
To get to the side, now check it out
I got the pep in my step, the in my glide
So I won't trip, when I let my slip
shake it to the east, I'm shakin west, well i'ma shake your mid
And i'ma get you suckaz, give me one side, and one rib
I barbeque the hey, I barbeque the mouths
mom always said - don't play wack in the house!
So take that garbage to the
And I was like, "everybody wanna rap hard"
you wasn't hardcore, so sonic why ya flipped?
How you gonna hop when you ain't
You rap, on a two-way street - and lost it
On a parkway, I sayin no names, yo rico suave
Fuckin goons fakin stab wounds, I need to the crank
Elvis presley jr., tryin to be that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, go on stage
And off all your clothes; then you -- strike a pose
You knows and I knows, that's how you your record
Because your is butt, you gotta get naked
But you're wack, you're wack, showin body to me
I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your to me
You got no soul man, and you need to get a
Cause you, ain't, down..
.. true hip-hop you suckers