Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh
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Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh
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we talkin bout
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[D.V. Alias Khrist]
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Hot times, runnin thru ya city
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If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity
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We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}
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[Pos]
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I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won
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I drop a certified gem, for him and her
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Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew
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ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper
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Outside of that we pull capers for days
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Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat
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Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt
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to Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what-
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-ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position
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Rippin stages with my thought coalition
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Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode
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Just another episode through these area codes
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We bankin on
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[D.V. Alias Khrist]
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Hot times, runnin thru ya city
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If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity
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We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}
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Hmmm..
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[Pos]
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It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen
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like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein,
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and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms
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You're high off our talent and charm
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Check the caliber - this be a smash
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like some food on stage for Gallagher
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Wear ya bib, cause it's messy
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Niggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+
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Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner
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[Dove]
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Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue
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Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins
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Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin
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They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb
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on your metro - MARTA order iron horse
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Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher
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I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour
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Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya
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[D.V. Alias Khrist]
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Hot times, runnin thru ya city
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If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity
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We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. mmmm..
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Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk
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funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak
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Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk
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[Dove]
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We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road
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These streets stay red and bloody kid
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Study your code, so you can easily pass
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I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation
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If you crossin my lane, nigga do the same
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I guaranteed to run through and prove the game
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ain't bigger than the pieces in it
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You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map
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Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap
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Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man
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Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man
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Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts
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especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on
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[D.V. Alias Khrist]
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Hot times, runnin thru ya city
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If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity
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We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}
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Mmmm..
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Hot times, runnin thru ya city
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If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity
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We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*}
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Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm..
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[Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines]
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Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down
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And we got, Dave Banner gettin down
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And we got, Maseo gettin down
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And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down
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And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all)
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And of course, the Slum V gettin down
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And we got my man Khrist gettin down
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And we got, Com Sense gettin down
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And we got, N.D. gettin down
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You know Troy Hightower gettin down
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And we got, C. Smith gettin down
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And my nigga, Dave West gettin down..
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Thru Ya City
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De La Soul |