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You know I rock microphones
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Like they got back bones
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And I'll roll on your shore like some bisquit dough
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Yea you study writin' styles off the next man's flow
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Think your Jackson
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But your name ain't Bo
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I'm only hittin' chick fine as Madalin Stowe
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Got a closet in my crib where the hydrophonic grow
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Act like you know
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Lee toast the chronic
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It ain't the season
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The reasons strictly economic
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So pour the jinn and tonic
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Pump the Tony Bennet
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If wifey ain't watchin' then I'm runnin' up in it
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I'll make ya hot and spicy like some wavos rancheros
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Then hit the Knicks game with my man Don Terros
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And if the Knicks are winnin'
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Then Spike Lee's grinnin'
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Next I hit the spot with Stretch Armstrong spinnin'
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Sippin wiskeys to my favorite cuts
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Watchin' all the earthpieces shake their butts
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Some People think I'm nuts 'cause I act a little funny
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But play me soft I'll beat ya down like ya stole money
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[CHORUS]
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Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
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Politican' with your chickens it's time to get loose
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It's the wicked Pain inflicter with the MICKEYs doose doose...
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I see a million ....... goin' out on the bottle
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The Heavy-Weight Champion never was a role model
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I keep it idle with my B-boy brovado
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From downtown Brooklyn
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All the way to Colorado
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Ya someone play the lotto...kid if you feel lucky
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I'm not a toy but I'll hunt you down like Chucky
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You must be buggin' 'cause I heard you want to buck me
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You must be trippin' 'cause your women wants to fuck me
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[CHORUS]
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Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
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Politican' with your chickens it's time to get loose
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It's the wicked Pain inflicter with the MICKEYs doose doose...
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It's four for the cores
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It goes on behind closed doors
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When you go for yours
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It matters the most
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You like to brake a post
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And drink and make a toast
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When you don't come up close
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Kid, you be coming up boast (?)
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Plus, you playin' coastandoast (?)
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But you girls on my Jimmy
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Try to give me bassoast
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Before you finish, kid that's Spanish for pieces
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I'm nuttin' up, cuttin' up
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The first man who disses me
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[CHORUS]
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Throw your hands in the air and shake your caboose
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I'm politican with your chickens It's time to get loose
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It's the wicked Pain inflicter with the MICKEYs doose doose...
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Before you play yourself, kid, put your head in a noose
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It's the wicked Pain inflicter...
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Punch Drunk
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House Of Pain |