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[Kool]Yo Sadat whassup?
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[S.X.]Yo I'm right here
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[Kool]I got these two girls
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They ready to roll up the highway with me
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[S.X.]Oh really?
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[Kool]I'ma get a little bit of gas
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Think you can make that trip or what?
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[S.X.]Yeah I definitely can, you know that's a fact
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Of course
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[Kool]Alright I'll be back in a few minutes
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I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up
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[S.X.]Alright I'ma get some ? and all that
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Chorus: Kool Keith, Sadat X
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[Keith]Static we bring trouble to your right side
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[Sadat]Hey as I think to myself what a wonderful world
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[Keith]Static we bring trouble to your right side
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[Sadat]Hey Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin with this girl?
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[Keith]Static we bring trouble to your right side
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[Sadat]Man we here we just livin positive
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[Keith]Static we bring trouble to your right side
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[Sadat]Hey we givin it all, and that's all we got to give
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[Kool Keith]
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Bumpin systems, rollin down the street in Detroit, Michigan
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I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend
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Wearin Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto
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Movin quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto
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Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes
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440 engine blowin wind, through our hair extension
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Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
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Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
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Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo' pimple
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How dare you walk around ignore the First National Bank
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My name is unknown, ? die my family call me Hank
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I go way back, like you still shop at Alexando's
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Buy your sandals for your little son, named Romandos
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Watch your step Theresa, chew up on your slice at Easter
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[Sadat X]
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Can you surround me in the black tan
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My living room, trips to Cancun, with these - eighty ladies
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The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son
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I want the whole world and my old girl back
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She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
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I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin in the stairway
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With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes
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Funeral chimes signal the beginnin of the end
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Cowboy with more in, with my private dancin chicks
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They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix (uh-huh)
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Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin in a casino
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The movie's Al Pacino
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Chorus
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[Kool Keith]
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Got my check cashed, you posin new, stop actin girl, like a fool
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Got the Benz on loan, Sadat rollin by your school
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You brought your frontin friend Gwen, beggin for the Benjamin
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I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen
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My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
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You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
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Leon Spinks with afro on, ready to rob the Brinks
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I see you got your thongs out, Daisy Dukes and buns out
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You call me when you broken hearted, when your money runs out
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Back from the ?, you did it girl the blind way
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Hold your horses, and evil forces
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Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
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I'm tired of Pop Tart
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[Sadat X]
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Yeah
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I'm touchin Gwen with the butt love, the rubber glove
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I'm touchin that ass she swingin her hair, claimin she's an actress
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But wasn't she that same chick I seen with the black dress?
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Traded the ninety-eight for the sixty-eight Mustang
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Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are?
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Apparently, because all the drinks are free
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It's "Our house, in the middle of our street"
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And when you come in here you better wipe your feet
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I'm from Alburqueque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas
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I rode across on a gray horse, ??
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Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork (what?)
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I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX
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and German outposts, with the communists close (no doubt)
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I'm verbose, I host, the most, y'all should roast me
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People watch closely and rewind me on the tape
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Study this here, then look and listen
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Take a step back and watch the black pearl glisten
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Chorus
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Static
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Kool Keith |