Tonalité : F# minor•
Verse 1
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The
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rhyme I pick up trick up and like hiccup
(Hiccup!) This is a good
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place for a stickup
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So throw your hands in the
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air and say hell yeah
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I Can Beat Mike Tyson plus I'm Fresh
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er than the Prince of Bel Air
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And I Blossom In color
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is how I'm Living see
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Some pretend to be afraid of me but
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they're my Public Ene ma
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Picture this like a cinema,
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I'm winnin a contest
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I knew you was a loser when you
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bought your girl's prom dress
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I'm just, another one of the nigs,
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take a swig
I can sing,
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brothers'll work it out without a gig
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The gold mud in my blood,
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I'm a stud smokin blunts
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Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks,
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I'd be Woody Wood
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They're after pestly hoes and that's the
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hoes I sex and don't collects
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Rockin a Rolex, prefer Wrist
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Ex instead of Solar Flex
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But I pump skill,
to build what I can build and still feel good
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The baddest hoes be sayin',
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"Oh you're real good"
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Fella a city dweller,
it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is Stella,
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style as deaf as Helen Keller
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Nail a flamer with the Ham
mer for comin' incorrect
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Not with his grammar or bad mama jama similar,
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to Bruce Banner
So don't get me angry,
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or maybe you won't like me
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Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's
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Nike'sdid
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Just in the nick I kick on the geek stick,
flick a Bic
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Dick a chick, Slick- er than Rick
around the clock I tock to the
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Tic tac toe,
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rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
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Shit, I got rhymes comin'
out my asshole
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I'm in a pole position sole position
you're in no position
To be dissin' it's a, Rainbow Coalition
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I'm kissin' ass, goodbye,
rockaby, here's your lullaby
Like Georgie Puddin' Pie but
baby baby don't, cry
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Feed 'em I heat 'em and eat 'em if I
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don't need 'em then I leave 'em
As leftovers, packin' the weak
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M- C's into Septober
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Til I was older, I couldn't
hold a rhyme folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this
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mic off my shoulder
If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk,
but when I'm drunk
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I might let her bunk in my bed,
heads be sayin' I'm a hunk
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Like a duck I'm slammin' ham M-
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C's M- C's I'm servin'
makin' the people jump like my
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man Julius Erving!
Those deserving props
are gonna get theirs
Grip, there's something on your lip,
oh that's my dick hairs
I'm the biggedy biggedy Bear ya
scrub Cub with a demo tape
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Tryin' to catch me catch your breath
before you hyperventilate
For air you gots it,
your best bet is to take an aspirin
I bash it, crash it now you
know so stop askin'
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Cause when you ash I'll make
an ass of you and only you see
Just in the nick I kick the
funky shit
That's why they
Outro 1
call me Bootsy
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