| I put roaches in my neighbor’s bubblebath
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| But anyway one day she called upon me
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| She said, «Lyte — it’s an emergency!»
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| My next door neighbor had an errand to run
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| I said, «Why Ms. Davis — ask your son»
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| She said, «Ricky's at his grandmother’s»
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| I said, «Well what about Tommy, the younger brother?»
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| She said, «See, umm, he’s at the pharmacy»
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| I said, «He'll be back soon how much longer could it be?»
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| She said, «C'mon please, it’s just a trip uptown
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| If you leave right now you’ll be back before sundown
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| Hurry up, there’s not a moment to spare
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| It absolutely positively has to get there»
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| Umm, I contemplated then I played a good Samaritan
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| I started the car, then she threw the package in
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| It absolutely positively has to get there
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| (Get there?)
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| It absolutely positively has to get there
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| (Well then send it Federal Express!)
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| It absolutely positively has to get there
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| (It gotta get there?)
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| It absolutely positively got to get there!
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| (Yo who you rushin?)
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| Pumpin out the music on the FDR
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| Not far behind me was a DT car
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| So I eased up selector, 55 the digit
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| But on the FDR, 40 is the limit
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| Here they come, sirens on
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| I could see myself in jail til the break of dawn
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| But they rolled right by it wasn’t me they was after
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| A little red corvette, they was tryin to capture
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| Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
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| Look up ahead, now that’s what I call traffic
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| Dipped to an exit and I made my way through
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| Couldn’t believe when I hit first avenue
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| On a Honda’s ass, just about to crash
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| Looked at the gauge and the shit said NO GAS
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| Zero, nada, nothing in here see
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| In car terms the shit was on empty
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| Got out, and pushed the shit to the side
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| Hailed a cab, then I caught a quick ride
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| To the house of inflation, yes the gas station
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| Gave a little tip to show my appreciation
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| Got back to the ave where I left my car
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| It wasn’t there, but it couldn’t have gone far
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| Hot damn, I must have got towed
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| Tried to figure out how much money I owed
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| Went to the pound and I paid my debt
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| Think that was the worst? |
| You ain’t heard nuttin yet
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| Bumped into that crackhead Sam I used to see
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| And like always, hand out, give me money
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| In my tank was a dollar’s worth of gas
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| I had to get an? |
| machine fast
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| It absolutely positively has to get there
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| (Get there?)
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| It absolutely positively got to get there
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| (What?)
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| It absolutely positively got to get there
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| (Well send it some way else)
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| It absolutely positively has to get there
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| As I left the bank to walk back to the BM
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| Couldn’t believe what my eyes were seein
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| Looked at the back tire, it was flate
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| While the other three, were SO DAMN FAT
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| A brother walked by and offered his help
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| Ordinarily I woulda did the shit myself
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| But he, changed it quick, so I passed him a ten
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| Here I go on this journey again
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| Went to the gas station, to fill it up
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| When a crackhead from nowhere grabbed the pump
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| I said, «LOOK, I don’t need your help today»
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| And I scared the motherfucker and he was on his way
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| Oops, a cat, SHIT, scrat!
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| Fur on my tires, and all that
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| What’s this, a stroke of bad luck?
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| But at this point, I don’t even give a fuck
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| I got to get the package to the destination
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| No matter what the confrontation
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| I arrive, bag in my hand
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| Lookin for a woman named Pam
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| She opened the bag it was wrapped tight and snug
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| But in that bag yo, in that bag
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| 45, guess what? |
| (What was it Lyte?)
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| It was a box of q-tips. |
| a box of fuckin q-tips man!!! |