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Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by his self in the swamp
He hunted alligator for livin'
He just knocked em' in the head with a stump
poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators

And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us
hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses

Now I don't want
the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses

Now I don't want
and grabs them long green boogers by whatever you grab them long green boogers by 
Well, one day he's got a full Nelson on this big alligator
When this
Now, I know a man; he's a hard workin' man
He gets up real early, and he goes down town
And about fifteen minutes after he's been gone
There's
she'd take it
Mouth is open, nuts you ate it
Player on the side, I know he hate it
Alligator shoes, I'm tailor made it
Fuck high-class, we move
makes her heart beat.
She see's waves of water break'in onto the shore.
My baby doesn't fear no fire, no more.

My baby's scared of thunder.
She hates it
alligator, car!
Game on, till the street lights came on
Crowd out by the Save-On
Paper bags 'round tall cans, talkin' that old manishness like
"Man, when I
You're goin straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucka MC gonna fry

Round two, stagger to your feet
Homies in
2x]

[Kool Keith]
Jacuzzi bathtub, with a 24-second clock to take your panties down
If not most girls get replaced by a sub
Sent home, upscale in
that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
don't use dollars to represent,
We just use our inner sense and talent,
If you try to dis the Peas you'll get handled by Apple Beavy,
Alligator, numero
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin' 



But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing 



A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone

One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
I can just hear her voice fall as I wait here alone
How can so much harm be done by just two minutes spent on the phone 
You say that things will
the hate by twos

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
[Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em
So
sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with
to heaven in a Porsche 911
Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem
Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend
Buried like a Pharaoh with my jewelry
Books freak it, provide the funk alligator
Yo I'm out but "I'LL BE BACK" like Schwarzenegger

Wiggity-wait a minute, giggity-guess who, well it's, umm, me
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hes phony hes fake that's the type of people hate hey hey hey jada jada! [Repeat: x2] 
If your real and you no it clap your
the Navihater
Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin' alligator
Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator
Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
She got a 2 year old in nursery
And then lately got the sack
She gets a phone call from her mother
And she takes a little flak
Cause she earns all
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway

They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown