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Big Moe R.I.P. to Pat and his big brother, hope that's my big bro Every C.D. in my car say DJ Screw If yous from Houston and you rap, my nigga, he made
featuring Ynot [Common] I'm not tall, but can I bust? Like the double dutch, going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap
say the right way Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire
will-give-me-to-you) Girl's battery box is not just I'm the Bad Boy style with a soldier She didn't get your hands on my shoulder Make me laugh girl
wizard and the chief rock puller Bad beat boy made for the beat girls Rock through the rhymes as the turntable swirls Supreme people who was born to talk And over any recorded rap
you see me cruisin' girls, just a move or step aside There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride It's on a, ah, first come, first serve basis Coolin' out girl
get loose All it takes a big woo and guess who? I'ma stay wit'cha, we can do it all night, I ain't playin' wit'cha Your girl got it bad, got to work
Baby, I ignite the fire. I am Michael, Michael Myers; leave your body in the dryer. Got the shotty on the side of me. My bad boys follow me. Im a bad
that opera and Shakespeare shit I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap I don't hear shit, you niggas are excess waste A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit The hottest DJ
flavor Take your rap unserious like your movie roles Don't smile when the Doberman Pinscher Finishes bad work on your sneaker soles, all V.I.P. material
shift up, change the pitch up DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly He's the master of the game (The Master) All the girls
and make them extra soft dude!} {Make sure he gets a girl okay?} {Make sure he gets a girl okay?} {Make sure he gets a girl okay?} {Make sure he gets a girl
feels so bad, but OOH! not that bad. Situation got you mad, I would be too, cause damn she bad. Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad, Damn she bad, bad, bad, bad
wait For the lyrics of a poet, capri the great Rap lord with the twist, I promise you this That i'm, bad on the mic, double bad on the mix I put people
You know I sing, but you got me really want to rap Let me kick something Mama mama game so sick call the doctor Ring, quick, quick, quick The DJ's bumpin
on a mission Dissin' all of the opposition MC's, it's my butt you're kissin' Because I desire Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to hear Why rap
easy like So we might get hyped in here tonight Be nice, relax, MC's further back If you ain't with that I'm-a have To attack you with a bad rap That