[Verse 1: Mickey Rocks]
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It's Mike, say what up to Chuck
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Everything's on the up and up
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Up-and-comin' cup comin' from the cup
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Cut from the same cloth, from the hands of a champion
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You cut from the cloth that a bum wipes his hands with
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After a little yard work and a sandwhich, I'm jammin'
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This is what you get when you piss me off
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New kids, get against the wall
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Schoolin' niggas like this the bat and Mr. Ball
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Take a snooze, look nigga, if you miss the ball
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It's twenty laps, back-to-back, courtesy of Coach Mikey
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And I'm blowin' the whistle on bitch niggas wearin' Nikes
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Reeboks, Adidas - let's get this shit clear like elitists
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I was the dude in school, didn't play sports
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But was still poppin' all the cheerleaders
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What's poppin?
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You don't need the legs of a cheetah
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Just to run your mouth
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Kicking all that riff-raff
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And my wallet fold out like a fold-out couch
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With a couple half-dollars and a two-dollar bill
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Extinct money, so you know we do it for real
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I think money, fish on a bike with wheels
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[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
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Hundred-billion-dollar-finned dollar fish
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In and take a shrimp, I'm a shark to you squids, shit
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You heard what they did to that squid at that party?
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Had these hammerhead sharks, turned him into calamari
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Sat him next to some rice, with a lemon and an orange
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Pour a glass of the water, I'm a finish what I started
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Mouth cleaners, barracudas, nigga's tuna in the water
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And the Cool Kids, babble like we poot'ed in the water
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Clean-plate club like a muh'fucker, mother duck
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I'm a throw a father in the scene like a father's-
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Day child-support payment to his mom, butter knives
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Get the Jelly-Jam Jerry for you tongues
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Chuck is wiped out, niggas know when I'm on, stop listen
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Hearing new different pages of my big brown
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"How to Eat a Turkey When You Running Out of Breath"
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But what's left, me and Mikey got an album full of piff
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Introduction To Ice Fishing
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The Cool Kids |