| Yo man, R&B sucks!
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| I mean there’s a couple of people that can flow
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| But for the most part, the genre sucks
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| Just a bunch of people singin over rap beats
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| Get a old rap record? |
| Sing over it!
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| Now everybody talk about their label, label this, label that, hey
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| Smokey Robinson wasn’t singin about Motown!
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| Listen, the Isley Brothers wasn’t goin, 'Teaneck in the motherfuckin house!'
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| The Jacksons wasn’t singin about Epic
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| Because nobody gave a fuck!
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| Hey, it’s time for a record! |
| Here goes!
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| Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Bluff Daddy
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| And this is a Black Boy exclusive
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| Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy
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| Sing!
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| I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby)
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| Black
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| I, like champagne
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| What you drinkin?
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| (drink it in the rain)
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| I, love champagne
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| Say it
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| (say it once again)
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| I, like champagne
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| Yo baby you got any money?
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| Nigga I’m broke, and feelin kinda thirsty (too blad)
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| Just smoked a blunt, and, I, feel, the worst way (Black Boy)
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| My baby’s father, brought me a case of St. Ide’s (did you like it?)
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| I said, 'I don’t drink that shit nigga, you better recognize!' |
| (Cristal)
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| Would you let the lady finish the song!!! |
| (big hats)
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| Now I’m a broke ho with expensive tastes (you my ho)
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| I got six ankle chains around my waist (who bought them for you baby)
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| Gotta get my sip on (get your sip on) cause that’s my missi-on (you gotta get)
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| Gotta get my champagne on, or I’m gonna get my bitch on (that's right)
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| I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby)
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| I, like champagne
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| Cristal!
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| (drink it in the rai-ai-in)
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| I, love champagne
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| Say it again
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| (say it once again)
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| I, like champagne (once again)
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| Ladies and gentlemen, Freedom Williams
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| Enter the Dom/e of Perignon, I never been crept upon
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| I’m on the mike and my word is bond (hoo hoo!)
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| I’m the top the pinnacle, the echelon
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| I’m never fallin (c'mon) and beat MC’s with a baton
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| The conniseur, I’m gonna do her over dinner
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| (Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy)
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| I said fine cigars, fresh fish, Alize toast
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| (Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy)
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| My lifestyle’s ghost, when you see true enlightened men
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| To MC’s I incite and mend
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| What? |
| Motherfucker what the fuck?
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| Fuck who the hell are you? |
| «I'm the kiiiiiing»
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| I’m only gonna ask one last time
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| Who the fuck are you? |
| «I'm the kiiiiiing»
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| Stop hitting me! |
| Stop!
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| Who da bumba claat?
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| «Ohhh shit»
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| For someone who is a Shaolin Monk
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| Your Kung-Fu's really lousy!
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| Boy, I’m three generations deep, in gangsterdom
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| Three generations! |