[MURS]
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See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town
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So I had the music up and was runnin' around
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Singing to the beat of my favorite underground
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Song at the time, let's just say it was MURS
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I was rappin' in the mirror, I was knowin' every verse
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I was doin' my thang until the doorbell rang
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It was my homeboy Shock, a mellow type of fellow
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That I knew from up the block, he walked in and said:
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[Shock G]
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Yo, what's the deal MURS? First things first, you couldn'ta hit me
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At a better time, them four cars behind me, they with me
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All women, all dimes, the redhead she's mine
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She wanna hump me, yo that's my brother Humpty
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[Humpty Hump]
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What's up yo? Pardon me, but I gots to go, where the bathroom at?
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Y'all got liquor? Come on, Trina! Yo this house is fat
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'Ey cat, you wanna hit this? Oops I shouldn'ta did that
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I'll clean it up before your folks come home, yo where they at?
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[MURS]
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Man I don't believe you brought this nigga man I heard about his ass
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The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Class
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It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's ignorant
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Known for gettin' mad drunk and gettin' all belligerent
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Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody
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I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party
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Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's Rolls
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'Cause it's outta control, this bitch is taking off her clothes
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[Shock G]
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Is your dad's Rolls blue? 'Cause I got bad news
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Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool
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Turned the water grey, I would stay and help you clean up
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But the neighbors say police are comin', I'm bout to G up
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[Humpty Hump]
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Beep, beep, beep! Yo, I'm back MURS, where should I park it?
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I brought the whole strip club with me, we bout to spark it
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My girl urled in your backseat, but yo it's cool
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We got weed and some shrooms, is it cool to use your dad's room?
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[Chorus 2X]
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It's risky business, man what is this?
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I'm caught up in a twist, and I'm tryin' to fix shit
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It's risky business, man what is this?
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I'm caught up in a twist, now I'm tryin' to fix it
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[MURS]
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What you mean my dad's room? Nigga is you crazy?
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And what's up with them glasses, what'cha eye kinda lazy?
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Anyways we gotta clean that shit up out the backseat
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But first what's up with that blonde, you think she
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likes black meat?
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[Shock G]
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She said she was a virgin to the brown, never splurged in the town
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But she's down, 'cause you got her all moist, like the Rolls Royce backseat
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'Least I can do is help you clean it up cousin
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What time is mom and dad comin'?
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[Humpty Hump]
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Yo, why y'all bein' responsible and shit? We gotta hook up
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We tryin' to get these chicks upstairs, see what we can cook up
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One of them got their toes blue, coochie shaved, so cool
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My nose tryin' to be with those when the doors close fool
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[MURS]
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Exactly. Fuck the backseat I'm tryin' to smack cheeks
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Until they turn reddish, and satisfy my fetish
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Lay back and get some lettuce (Humpty: Yo, what'chu mean, head?) (Yeah)
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That's what I said, then call it a wrap (Shock: But what about your parents?)
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Well, they never called me back, I guess their flight got delayed
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So we got time to get layed, ayo Hump could you watch out for that white Escalade?
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(Humpty: Did you even have to ask?) Well since you're on the task
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I'ma head upstairs and get focused on some ass
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And if I start to scream, do your best to ignore me
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If my parents come in, just tell them the Burger King story
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Just keep 'em entertained until I finish gettin' brained
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(Humpty: Hello Ms. Connor, he's gettin' drained) And the name is Elaine
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[Chorus 2X]
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Risky Business (featuring Digital Underground)
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Murs |