[Chorus (all): repeat 2X]
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Now who that is talkin' that about the Tics?
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Somebody probably jealous cuz they got hit
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But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like this
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Should we apologize? Naw never, just leave 'em
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[Lil' T]
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I'm like what's up doggie? Lemme introduce my clique and I
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Lunatics, I'm Lil' T rollin' ninety miles per hour
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You ain't know me but now you do
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Represent the, C-I-T-Y of Saint Lue
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M-I zzou
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You think you right for doin' wrong
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Phone up flamin' like hemorroids
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Talk on CD's boy
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Police will have you noid
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Just avoid and ill too legal
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And my peoples
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I'm the boss and that's the way it's gone be
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[Nelly]
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Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
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Now she all on my team cuz she heard I rock parties
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Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
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In the center like Jihadi
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Your salty conversations about me and my relations
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I done had, made man
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A gang of baby Dads
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Why you whinin' like you G.D.?
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C.C. I think it's in me
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Jealous cuz when they come to hit, 'tics get many cuz
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I'm the boss and this the way it's gone be
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[Chorus]
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[?]
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Now these Mac's wanna hear 'em for mackin' on slim Kim
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Mad because she pay down, she bought me a gang of Tims
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Have me sparky like Simpsons, hit them, bent them
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What about the whole night? Oh, nights? Never spent them
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U.P.S. shipped them
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D-two sent it
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From here and til' on it, everything copastetic
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One-oh-five gone bump it, Lunatics bumpin' like a drummer cuz
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I'm the boss and this is the way it's gone be
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[?]
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Apologize for what? What you seen and what you saw?
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Now my name starts your sentence, you'z a hater by law
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I'm by far tighter than training bras on Dolly Parton
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You think your girl don't like us? You'z a joke like Steve Martin
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I've been pardoned for sayin' Lunatics no competition
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I lay tracks like a beautician while your gal's on a mission
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While you trippin', pink-slippin', it's your gal I be pimpin' cuz
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I'm the boss and this is how it's gone be
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[City Spud]
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Now tell me why everybody wanna watch me now?
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And the, fly honeys wanna rock me now
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And them playin' hatin' fellas tryin' to hunt me down
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But they always on my jock when I come around
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I hit the spot and keeps it hot when I lays it down
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I see alot of ladies, tell Mary-Go-Round
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Droppin' hits like this, so you can pay me now
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And uh
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I'm the boss and this is how it's gone be
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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Day-o, Day-o
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Lunatics gone blow
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So don't look any further
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Day-o, Day-o
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Lunatics gone blow
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So don't look any further, further
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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Day-o, Day-o
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Lunatics gone blow
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So don't look any further
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Day-o, Day-o
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Lunatics gone blow
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So don't look any further, further
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Who's The Boss?
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St. Lunatics |