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Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man - isbell - thomas |
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[flavor flav vocals in these brackets] |
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{crowd chant vocals in these brackets} |
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Intro: chuck d, flavor flav |
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Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight} |
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I'm aight if you aight {i'm aight} |
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I be better - get some of that bass |
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{word, give it up} aight, yeah |
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[rinkin twinkin body shakin |
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Nuffattackin brain's a rackin |
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Clock tockin chuck shockin |
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Flavor flav ain't never shavin] |
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(one, two, three four) |
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Verse one: chuck d |
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It's another record, check it, mad methods |
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To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed |
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You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted |
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Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level |
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It's who they fear is you |
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Who protects us from us and you from you |
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Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty ounce] |
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I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce |
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I did em like a demo {threw em out the window} |
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I took a 98 cause i never liked a limo |
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But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up |
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A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up |
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Some ain't gonna change, i got em in a range |
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I gotta rearrange, so i'm buildin back your brain |
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Wreckin records with funky stuff |
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Am i loud enough? {yeah} you got ta give it up |
[4x] |
Chorus : flavor flav |
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Give it up, give it up, give it up yo |
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Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up |
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Repeat #2 -- (occasional) chuck d vocal |
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Yeah |
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You gots ta give it up now |
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Verse two: chuck d |
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Come again with the same old bounce |
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I'm calling a foul and once again it counts |
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Mad tense mad tense brothers know |
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The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack |
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[and once again it's on!] |
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Hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "i don't care", it's on |
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I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] i'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!] |
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I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times |
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Call me a hannibal lecture, yes i checked her |
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They don't hear me though, so here i go |
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I'm sick and tired so sly'll take ya higher |
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When i'm takin his sound to bring you down |
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Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin |
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But to the rhythm i'm givin but never cotton pickin |
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Like james brown i'm sayin it loud |
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Am i loud enough? huh, you got ta give it up |
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[some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change |
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Some ain't gonna never ever change |
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Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change |
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Some ain't gonna never ever change!] |
[1/2x] |
Chorus |
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Interlude: chuck d, flavor flav |
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And when i'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum |
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Some second guessing my lessons about saving young |
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Some don't know like run said so here we go |
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Where it is inside, whoop there it is |
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{aaaaaaah} there it is |
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[there it is, damn right |
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My man x is a bad mother {shut your mouth) |
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I'm talking about terminator, he's the man] |
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There it is, can you hit me off with another one |
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Chorus |
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I never did represent doing dumb shit |
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Some gangsta lying - i'd rather diss presidents |
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Dead or alive, bring em and i'll swing em |
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I vocalize, i just rap, i don't sing em |
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Flick em, and i fling em, you can go with em |
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Hall of fame for the game for the points i dave bing em |
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Go grandmama, close but no cigar |
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I got mine, for i'm using my rhyme |
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The flow go wherever i want, and that's clever |
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Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime |
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And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones |
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The ones that make em is the ones that take em |
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Rugged for no reason, down in duck season |
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I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor |
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So check yaself before ya wreck yaself |
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Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up |
[4x] |
Chorus (fades out) |