Tom: Ab major
Verse 1
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It only takes
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one of these hip -hop grooves to get you groovin'
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Already they be callin' me smooth,
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so when I move I make the party people love it
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Maybe it's because it's the top of the line
and the rhyme's the way above it
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Comin' in blocks,
they all talkin' how I do it
With so much juice that
they consider me a fluid
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What's up with yours? I
heard you're doin' tours
By the time I'm done,
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you'll probably end up doing floor.
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Nobody told you I was making it fast,
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A little snake in the grass,
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Now how many times did you say it?
And even if your
DJ was homie, he had to play it.
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I got a style that'll rock the spot.
Work like
Captain
Texas with your doctor's spot.
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Cause I'm quick on the draw,
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black, and on a mission.
So yeah, this is a star track.
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I wouldn't call you a name to
make your lame stone.
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I got the sticks and stones,
and I'm a break bones.
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Non -believer,
your girl's just a skeezer
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Even if your name was
Julius, you couldn't seize her
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Raise your hand if you're sure,
just raise your hand
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Raise your hand if you're sure
and you'll praise the man
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Listen up,
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you can't hold back on the cut
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Now you know what's up, you gotta give it up
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Now I've been through a lot
of good times and bad times
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Chuck does the cuts while I
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Face reality and come correctly
A young black man with a plan,
respect me
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I could be out there
slinging the drugs
Making
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G's with keys and giving sluts the thugs
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And it could be like
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Turn my waist cause
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Slap the dap in the palm
of my right arm
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I'm calm and drop more bombs than
Vietnam
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The underground group with the scoop
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Living like troops, you gotta give it up
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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yeah, yeah, yeah,
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It's gonna be a cold day in
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hell before I stop the hip -hop
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Somebody's gotta drop
the pop in a pit stop
Give me my props even
cops can't get with
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MC fly tighter where funk is misfit
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Breaking down doors,
taking over tours
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Blasting punks as I ride through
Boston
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A mil lion dollar man just like
Steve
Austin
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And I'll be checking out
chicks for later tricks for now
You got to deal with the dope mix
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And put the joint on the map
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Cease the crap and increase the dap
Now, you can't hold back on the cut
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Do what you wanna
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But you gotta give it up
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Get up , get up, get up, up, get get up, get up, get get up, up, get up, get get up, get get up,
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get get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get
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I'll see next
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