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作词 : Bonner, Fyffe, Jones ... |
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Intro：1000 degrees hot |
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Continuously, yeah |
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Who's that crazy ******* |
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Drinkin crazy ******* out of crazy straw |
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Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors |
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When i rap competitions perform disappearing acts |
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*******s ask why the squad be on it like that |
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Cause we stay with the lethal dosage |
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Click on the mic mc's run like roaches |
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Truthfully i think them *******s is gay |
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Always havin a party with no dj |
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I had to hold my head in di*******elief |
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Them short winded *******s tried to smoke the chief |
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Of the frontal leaf keith |
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Knowing damn well they can't win |
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My style is rougher than army gear and old timb |
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The east coast say ill |
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The west coast say ill |
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My squad is def they don't give a ******* |
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They say kill |
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Cause we can all sing together |
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That's why i pack the black gat up under the leather |
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And keep it hot |
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Chorus: (3x) |
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It's 96 degrees in the shade |
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1000 degrees |
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I got nuts like almond joy, like mounds you don't |
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I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't |
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Now i'm the show shocker plus the show stopper |
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Down with makin g's and all the block clockers |
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Down with l.o.d., the motherf-ing cop droppers |
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Down with def squad flying through your hood in choppers |
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Yeah we done been in more *******t in the past year |
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Than the bloods and crips care to hear |
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Ear to ear, glock to hand, mic to mouth, resuscitation |
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Psychosomatic creation |
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Killing off the nation of perpetration |
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Player hating, bringin confrontation |
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I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like jamaicans |
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I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing |
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Y'all *******s know my style |
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I smoke ******* on trains and planes |
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Murderous material submerging from my brain |
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Chumpin top dollar *******s into small change |
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And make it hot |
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Chorus |
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I'm the un*******witable incredible lyrical individual |
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Boy your not suitable |
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I work wonders over the beats |
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It's no wonder phony mc's pee the bed |
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Relax your head |
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Accomodations and compliments of the infrared |
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Theoretically, hypothetically, practically |
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Actually ain't nobody ******* with me |
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I'll sell your stupid ass the brooklyn bridge |
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If you think an mc in your camp can ******* with the kid |
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I want the sun not to *******ne for six months, to see who fronts |
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While the squad light up the sky with blunts |
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If you catch a nigger dreaming |
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Thinking he can ******* with my enterprise |
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Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize |
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Cause we be on their lemonade type *******t |
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I ain't no ******* but you derelicts can suck my ******* |
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I make it hot |
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Chorus (2x) |