| V-I-B-Rrrah-A-T-O, vibrato
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| V-I-B-Rrrah-A-T-O, vibrato
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| Give me twenty
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| A Mexican cat sold me the turtles
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| Pick up the greens and purples
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| Challenge me, your academic pants get hemmed up like Urkel’s
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| Your eyes get tired from rappin against me with dark circles
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| You ever heard of Tommy Purple’s, or Larry Woerfel’s?
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| You don’t know? |
| You don’t want it from Johnny Burko’s
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| I’m the top, you the robin, and the pigeon
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| With the seed, you’re all jerkles
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| I lean on your freckles, with the deckles
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| I get hype, I got the workles
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| You caught up with the herples
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| A new disease, you get the nerbles
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| Cause I’m
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| Get your system, get your system — yeah
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| Get your system ready
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| Ma get your system, get your system
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| Uhh, get your system ready
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| Now I ain’t missed the game at all
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| But the game’s missed me
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| Dawg it’s been a long time son
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| Since you’ve been blessed, by a Ced 16
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| The vocab is still exquisite
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| Only a chosen few, know what I mean
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| Dawg I still spit fire
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| My words erupt like gasoline
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| No time to waste on chickens, in dirty jeans
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| With cheap hair weaves from Billie Jean’s
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| Ma you ain’t puttin disease in my spleen
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| I’m on a mission you see
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| Don’t want you hang around me
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| Ma go work on yourself, go see a beautician mami
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| Then go, boost a bag, boost a dress
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| Boost some shoes, I might look at you
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| I might run up in you
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| I might splash you in the face, let you play with the jewels
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| But you best not chew, or I’ma slap you
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| Into Tuesday, when it’s Sunday
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| You gon' think it’s Monday, cause I’m |