| Rosie G. and Bootsy, in the house!
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| (You got to do it)
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| You got to do it, ooooh yeah baby!
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| Tell 'em what we talkin' bout, Snoop
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| Pullin' and grabbin' you
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| Rattlesnakin' and stabbin' you
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| Things you wouldn’t imagine
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| Simply because you like havin' people
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| Talkin about you but you can’t pay no attention
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| They say, that’s how it is
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| Even when you be livin' presidential
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| They always funkin' with you
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| Especially when you go official
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| Take it from me, a GC
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| People are so fictitial
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| Sticks and stones they break bones
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| And Talk make the weak fall off
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| While the strong keep keepin' on
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| Rosie Gaines:
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| I take two steps forward
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| They try to knock me four steps back
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| Whenever I see color
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| They only see white or black
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| Whenever I speak my mind
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| They put words in my mouth
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| Do they really think that I’m lyin'
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| When I know what they’re all about?
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| No, don’t let’em
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let’em
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let’em
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| When I’m in my sunshine
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| They bring their rain to fall
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| I’m lookin' at this picture
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| But they can’t see it at all
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| I’m steppin' on the gas
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| And I wanna move ahead
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| They say I’ll never make it
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| But that’s what they always said
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let’em
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let’em
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let’em
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| Put ya feet on the gas step on fast
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| Bootsy:
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| You say «In God We Trust»
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| While you promote hate, fear and lust
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| And Love, Joy and Pain
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| Is in a constant struggle for superior gain
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| Don’t let them put you down (don't just stand there)
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| Don’t let them put you down (sound so funky to me, yeah)
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| Don’t let them put you down (Oh, don’t let’em)
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| Don’t let them put you down
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| Don’t let’em
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| Oh yeah, just another dog day afternoon
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| Have you ever been on a trip
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| And found out that you was from another time, baby
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| Where unconditional love takes root
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| And our intelligence is absolutely color-blind baby
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| (Don't let’em)
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| Twinkle, twinkle little star
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| You got your hands up in my cookie jar (Don't let’em)
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| Snoop:
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| Don’t doubt it, don’t doubt it
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| Don’t talk about it about it
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| Don’t doubt it, don’t doubt it
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| Don’t talk about it about it
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| (Don't let them put you down)
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| Tell 'em what we talkin' bout, Snoop
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| See, I was once told that
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| To be talked about was one of the greatest forms of flattery
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| And I’m flattered that you’re talkin' about me
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| For you to talk about me
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| Is something fun to do, Baby
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| Yeah you keep doin' what you do
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| Cause I’m definitely gon' keep doin' what I do
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| Don’t doubt it, don’t doubt it
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| I’m not gon' talk about it I’m gon' be about it
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| Can you dig it? |
| (Yeah) I don’t know nothin' but to do it, baby
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| And I’m gon' do it with the Do-It-Fluid, can you dig it? |
| (I can dig it!)
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| It’s dug! |
| (Uhh, we outta here, baby)
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| The People’s Choice there you have it
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| The most valuable players baby
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| (Don't let 'em)
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| Finger funkin', just finger funkin', baby
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| (Don't let 'em)
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| Uh, let the fingers do the funkin'
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| (Don't let 'em)
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| We out, Baby! |