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No doubt
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Hold tight
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Till the break of dawn
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Till the break of light
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Say yes, yes ya'll
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To the right beat
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Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet
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Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat
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I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat
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Puttin phsycology in your biology
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No scientolgy
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Dianedic anistedic
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You took bad advise
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Kid, I'm madd precise
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When it's time to get nice
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I heat it up like Spice
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[Chorus (x 2)]
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C'mon lets be real
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You only think you can deal
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Cause when I'm holdin the steel
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I rock shit that make you feel like
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"Damn that look easy, maybe I could do it"
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So you take a phat beat
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And put your wack rhymes to it
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And God only knows
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What could make you persue it
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For those that cant dance
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Just clap your hands to it
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[Chorus]
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You tell me you the baddest
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And you get the most cream
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But tell me whats the status
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On your self esteem
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You fronin on your jewels
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And your Bens
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And your Lex,
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All the bodies that you caught
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And all the Females you sexed
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Yes, Yes ya'll
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True indeed
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The sight of the world
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Keeps me high on weed
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Makes my eyeballs bleed
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but I must proceed
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Yo that chic's good lookin
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But she's hooked on speed
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Buy a first row ticket
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Watch the vultures feed
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Get you culture free
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From the lust and greed
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[Chorus (x 2)]
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No Doubt
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House Of Pain |