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KURIOUS: (Talking)
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Oh man. Bitches man bitches! Sick & tired a this shit.
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You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money talkin' shit don't know
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how to act phuckin' tired man. FPhuck'm I gonna do man? Have to put
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a foot up your ass? Phuckin' tired of it man. Phuckin' buy you this
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buy you that Phuck that shit! Kurious aint havin' it. Know what I'm
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sayin'?
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DEL:
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Boo boo head boo boo head, boo boo head
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I want you dead
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I want you bled & bleeding
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needing medical assistance, resistance
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ya kiss meant nuthin'
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you was bluffin'
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stuffin' my brain with insane thoughts & notions
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most intelligent people freak you
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because they'll know
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you'll give ya all
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give up your drawls
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flap ya jaws & lyin'
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& have me cryin'
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I'll admit it
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someone before musta shitted down your neck
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boo boo head
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but can you be dead?
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with fled
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instead of the murda
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I'll just tell everybody what I heard of
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word up.
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[CHORUS:]
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D: All a this over boo boo heads,
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K: All a this, all a this...
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Back in elementary school
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you made me drool
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I was cool
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& rules were never broken
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a token,
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of our friendship
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all my friends flippin' somersaults
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the fault was not yours
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of course, they didn't know, yo
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grils was yucky
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clear 'round & get slapped like a puck-y
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but you never said 'Phuck me'
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that wasn't in the pictua
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I couldn't hit ya with ya hair & braids
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and the games we played
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were fun
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till one day a friend said,
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'Boo boo heads turn red, in the face
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when you place
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ya hands on her ass
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in class, and give a spank
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a banka full of fun
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at recess, and be fresh.'
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OK, I'll try it
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and die if she does
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but she did
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and turned around and socked me like Rocky
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I feel like a heel for real
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but now I'm older
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and told ya to keel over
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cause now it's different
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no innocence
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and women sprints the way
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you sway to the forces of evil
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and we will bust that ass fast and quickly
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I dig G's
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disrespectin' rep
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now it's when they shit's come bobbin' brothers
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try and rob another
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and I'll rub ya the wrong way
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let the song play,
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[CHORUS]
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[BRIDGE]
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Ooh, I wanna smack you
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mack you & attack you
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even if you black you get no slack
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sue,
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call a lawyer
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boy, ya never knew
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ya crew is on a mission
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every weekend
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freakin' & kissin'
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with other van ya man
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lets turn the sands in the hourglass
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and your power lasts less & guess
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& take a gander
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I slander ya name & spread propaganda
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and I demand ya ta stop
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hop on a train before pain'll
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be ya middle name
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in the game of love & happiness
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yes, I caressed ya flesh
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but if you test
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ya caught out there without a vest
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mess around and you can rest
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I found a new boo boo
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baby, maybe I can crave the
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one that saves thee
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reputation, ya'll lets face it
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ya basin'
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smokin', leavin' niggas broken
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& open
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but I scope in to ya brain
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gain & remain & clues ya use for protection
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now who's next in...
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[CHORUS]
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Boo Boo Heads
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Del The Funky Homosapien |