| You think you’re pretty smart. |
| You know why we make out so well?
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| Why no one touches us?
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| Some white boys don’t play that sh—
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| Here is a new hit, that some people don’t get
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| Takin' it lightly, oh no that won’t sit
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| With the Serchlite and the mic set to thrill ya
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| 'Cause you ain’t never seen this shade of vanilla
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| Drill like a sergeant and then I dismiss ya
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| You’re calling En Vogue to hold on while I diss ya
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| Passing like Strickland 'cause I start to quicken
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| The pace, 3rd Bass, punk, you start picking
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| Up where we left off cause you shoulda stepped off
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| Instead of breaking out your sorry
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| Slither like a snake, but here is a fact too
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| White poisonous snakes they can be black too
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| So don’t boost the flex I know the deal
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| 'Cause I’ve been around the world like that girl Lisa Stansfield
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| Next time you diss I just might say
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| Play like Johnny Gill cause you don’t rub me the right way
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Kills I ills of the ill seed
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| Three heed the back stab from serpents free
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| Those who scam I flim lyrics to
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| The M-I-N-I-S-T-E-R you’re stepping to
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| The PM the pimp shock goo, you’re doo doo
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| Vic your ducks then vex like voodoo
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| You’re head swollen, your big head soaking off
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| Rhymes’ll slice Pete Nice’ll cut your scrotum off
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| I’m minister mini-stereo and sinister
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| Pumpin' macanudo like finster
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| MC’s for moving crowds, you’re milking cows
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| Grab the sack, sucking through your foolish mouth
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| Folks find me on a frenzy on a Prime one
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| Ripping hats off the jimmy gets the job done
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| While your jockin', is ya buying or browsing
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| 3 strikes I bugged your nut 5000
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Slurping shaft of a brother who has craft
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| Though he deals the 360 and not have
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| Serch is first, 3rd Bass is the last word in hip-hop
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| You take a quick shot of the Thunderbird
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| Intoxicant, clocking it like we can get took
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| Gets like your S-curl is a mans look
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| Took the first pitch for a strike and ya try to switch
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| To goes through, the call from Richie Rich
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| Throw a hard slide inside to a lame brain
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| 3 strikes, 5 Gs, end of ballgame
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Boosting boots and suits for gym use
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| Talk or true it seems your seams are lose
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| Crank your pot, what I got is devious
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| A derelict, tongue slipped mischievous
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| Hose your ho like a hook and ladder hose
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| Scratched my ass and blew my nose
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| False prophets play venom seller
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| The cave dweller drops lyrics a capella
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| I can tell her to dance to that ill dance
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| Playing Major Nelson, but wearing those genie pants
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Three strikes to five thousand
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| Last exit to DJ Richie Rich |