[singers]
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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[King Tee]
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Huh, for your convenience I'm fully equipped with the madness
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Plus I bring joy to the sadness
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Mr. Insane chose to bring the noise
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I flex out the best out, and I brought my boys
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for the function, wait bring the pumps and the bumps in
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Niggaz wanna trip I got pumps in my trunk then
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I rule all I survey, bust a move
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Ain't nothin changed but the god damn groove
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I bring forth fat shit on the money
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Homies wanna trip but I'm chillin with the honies
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My girl (?) and Nikki Nicole, gets papes
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I brought Sable just for old time's sake
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The real ruler wrecks records, I mean wrecks wombs
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But now I got the psychadelic tune
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I dedicate this to my true black sisters
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Niggaz bump this while they rollin on them twisters
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[singers]
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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[King Tee]
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Yo I told you man I don't play around with the music
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I'm funkdafied, blowin up acoustics
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I'm rather remarkable when I kick the matter
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Skilled in the field of rough grammar
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I electrify and intoxicate the moment
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I branch out and crush my opponent
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It's +Super Nigga+ in the skies, wild mannered
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Reportin on the sound, you got to gets down
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like I toldja, and peep you can write it in your book
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Cause, yo - that's that shit with that Soul Train hook, yeah
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The blackness gets stronger, the soul gets deep
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Make room for the Alkaholik Sheik
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I persist to be the infinite all-time great
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I'm told that my name gained weight
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since the past, so hell, let me take it on the blast
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Yo yo, pass the rug before I bust my ass
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[singers]
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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[King Tee]
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Hey nig bust the funk, I feel somethin comin
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+Tales From the Crypt+ or I might just be buggin
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No propoganda, I stand outstander
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A +OutKast+, like them kids from Atlanta
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I perform microphone exorcism on rappers
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I cast out the demon from them bastards
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And oh Nikke, you did the track, what's the plan?
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Step to the mic and show these hookers how to slam
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[Nikke Nicole]
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Flash for a style, Nikke is the picture
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Open as I enter, I'd like to send a
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track that's fat, constant non-stoppin
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From Brooklyn to Compton, my shit is stompin
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.. I like to parlay on the Ave
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Every now and then smoke a blunt, sip a Heineken
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I know a King named Tee, Tha Alkaholik
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"I can rock a rhyme no matter how you call it"
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Produce hits from the bassment
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I make loops, if they're used, I replace 'em
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Nikke Nicole, the soul sound, bring the whole crew
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We can all get down..
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[singers]
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
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{*fades out*}
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Let's Get it On
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King Tee |