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Afros.... yeahhh
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AFROS! Yeahhh
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Brothers be out there doin crack... NOOOOOOO
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They be doin dope... NOOOOOOO
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They be gangbangin! NOOOOOOO
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All them brothers need to just
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pause
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Yeah I'm with that
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Here comes the Afros, and the forty ounce crew
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Who say slowly but surely, we gonna turn the mother out
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We got more, in store, young ladies on the floor, so cool out
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pause
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Intro, which means I start it
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In other words, herbs departed
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Pause, stop for the cause
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Get up, get down, you get yours
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Chill, no time to get ill
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Word to herb -- yeah it's the will of God
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So whassup Hobbes?
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Just jock, clock, rock, and don't stop but
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Pause
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Pause, pause for the cause, get yours
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But don't break laws
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Quit, quit it, forget it
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Pause, say your way with it
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Pause, if you did it, admit it
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Cause, you shouldn'ta did it
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Next time, you think of doin a crime
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Pause, and remember this rhyme
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Pause for the cause, cause broken laws
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Are just like broken jaws
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They take a long time to heal
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I'm for real, and I know the deal
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Look it over, investigate
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Evaluate, think!
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Life is wrong, and full of flaws
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Before you break laws just pause!
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I think that worked man (4X)
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Pause
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Yeah pause, this beat is dope D
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I'm tellin you, this beat is dope, just slammin, it's dope
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Well if it's dope, I hope it's not crack
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or coke, or nuttin like somethin you EVER smoke
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And if they offer you some say NO
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or pause
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The reason I wrote this rhyme, is not to climb
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But just to tell all mankind
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That the use and abuse of drugs -- will what?
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Will, blow, your, mind
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Like dough makes bread, it goes straight to your head
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You're misled and then you're dead
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Now that's not fly, when you die
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On a high
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Like a trip, oooh, you make me sick
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Ill, lookin like doo doo on a stick
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You don't have to be a vic
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Life is like a flick, so pause
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Pause, p-pause, pause, p-p-pause
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Alright y'all, now that you understand
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My man Run never ran
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I'm gonna take this mic yo my hand
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And hand this to the one man band
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Now pause, now pause
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I'm Jay, I make up the trey
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Now check out the dance that I display
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It's called the pause
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A new thing, on the dancefloor
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First you move, then you stop
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Combine the hustle, foxtrot, pop and lock
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Put em all together why because
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It's called the pause
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Slammin, the dance is slammin
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Pause, the people are jammin
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Stop again, back to the groove
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I show you how to move
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pause
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It's simple, just like stop and go
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You can pause on the fast or slow
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Participate, won't you all get down
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Here's a solo from my homeboy Stanley Brown
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Ahh yeah, I like this R&B shit...
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Pause, pause, one more time!
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Yeah, do that, do that...
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Now pause!
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Pause
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Run D.M.C |