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Scram Jones
Scram Jones

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Tom: D major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Rap
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Platypus with a fat bag of kush
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Used to cop a doo -wop tape
just to hear Snagglepuss
Now we're on roll with three amigos
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an d a rapping bush
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Just a junkyard dog looking
for a cat to mush
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Dirty dog looking for a chick
with a rack to smush
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Make a situation,
pussies get you out like snooks
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I got my hand in the jaw, eye on the prize
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Put the foot in your mouth,
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nose of my gun sticking out
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From the neck of the woods,
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make it crack from that cracker barrel
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Could take a crack,
but I don't wanna have
to crack a barrel
Cause I stay firm, in fact,
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I still talk to nature
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And every time I rap,
they say I actually talk to strangers
Matter of fact, when I scratch,
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I still talk to Raider
I let him know his time was fast,
but what he taught was major
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I say a prayer, then I short out my fader
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Get on the wheels like a skater,
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turn it up, wake all my neighbors
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I was born up in the fall,
so you could say
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I got that autumn flavor
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You were born a falcon,
say that you were born a hater
You called a L, called a caper,
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had to come up on the low
And now they say I'm on the roll
just like some toilet paper
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Get my perks but don't pop pills,
I got that hurt
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I put in serious work, call me Ron Mills
I put a jerk in the dirt
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when they don't got skills
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DJ, turn my set of decks into
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Hot Wheels
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I'm joggin' fast for that Johnny Cash
I ride this stache in an
Obama mask
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Screamin' sorry, got a tax
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Don't got a rash, but I got a scratch
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And if they say these are the brakes
Then I'ma wrap up in a body cast
How could I not rip it?
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I'm cold, I rock Fridja
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Might go get a hot midget,
tell her blow my Scott disick
I'm more E -Teller,
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Chelsea, I'm a handler
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On the face complainin',
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J .Ru the damager
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Dirty rotten scoundrel,
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blowin' the cloud wall
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In case the council doubtful,
I'ma wrap a mouthful
It's light work, work all night,
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so my life's work
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Work till the early mornin'
like I was the night clerk
Out the front door,
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my studio the gun store
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These beats in my hard drive,
my bullets in the junk drawer
Seven wonders of the world,
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we'll count one more
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I'ma stack more big faces
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than Mount Rushmore
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I'm on a cake trail,
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more bars than a state jail
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Not bars that sell pale ales,
the bars that create sales
Get large like a great whale,
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go hard till I break scales
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And if I can't get that Oprah money,
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gladly take gales
I'm on this cash mission,
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a cook in the rap kitchen
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Make the cash and I don't need a hook,
I'm hand fishin'
I took the transition,
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using all my forces and saucers
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Give it to bastards and you'll
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be nauseous
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Gotta stick with my verses
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4 1 and 2
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Gotta stick with my verses 4 1 and 2
If I recall correctly, if I recall correctly,
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my plums, beautiful bluish hue,
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the sun just dancing right off of them,
just nice, getting ready
to take them to market,
I can feel it down in my plums.
I can feel it down in my plums.
They're getting a nice bluish hue.
Getting ready to take them
to the farmer's market.
Special two plums for one. Bones.
Ha, ha ha!

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