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give your man a pound
Let him know what's going down take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter shutting down
Times have changed
for the better
You like to say
Nice house in the country
Now you're on your way
You took advantage of our possibilities
Got
will have to change, yeah
Say, you might be down today
But never you lose your faith (Never you lose your faith)
Just take it day by day by day by day by
Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot

Chuck D and Murph were
a ball
People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul
We can't party like it's 1999 no more
'Cause it's two two baby, and the future's in store
So let
Heroes take their toll
Hog your dreams, then crush your soul
And take you out, out to dinner
Roll on the original
Highly strung out, spaced out
Curtains Up (Encore Version)
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Still on?
Yo, is the mic on?
Check, check, check
Alright, let's do it
Let's go, come
Verse 3: Snoop Dogg
Killin up crews, give em the real street blues
Have em slidin in their eelskins, groovin in their tennis shoes
Of course it don't
crews, give em the real street blues
Have em sliding in their eel-skins, grooving in their tennis shoes
Of course it don't stop being a Westside ridah
say they're bad, but they're bugging
Let me tell you something now about Hip Hop
About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock
I'll get a pen, a pencil,
of the new sun way
Let it click, here comes the royal of authority
Grooving up the masters of majority
People have a problem with my step
But you see I'm
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
www.kisswatskysgluteusmaximus.com
False modesty is a guilty habit
Some people simply have it
But the fact is I would not have spent a decade doing this
If I did not believe I was
time to respect the Nubian
flag of a people, fightin every day
for their own say, so children can go out to play
And stray from the tyranny, while blood
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
neighborhoods
Full of Cribs and Bloods
I'm

[HOOK 2x]
Dirty dirty rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never fucked with y'all
Say fuck the law
Fuck
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known
Stereotyping the image of the images and this is what the image is
You buy khaki pants and all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
And thief out gold and thief
pushin out light babies
The slave masters with the devil in their eye
Saw nothin but a nigga when you walked by
But you the mother of creation
Let's
Down 
Productions 
Of course 
Our music be thumpin' 
Others say their bad 
But they're buggin 
Let me tell you somethin' now 
About hip hop
as matilda
And often, who I say before gestapo could have killed her
Picked up my grip, let it slide into the holster
Although most of, them niggas fear me I'm
the A-town
[Big Gipp]
Have you ever thought about what it would be like
If everybody woke up and said "Fuck work"
Webs of small talk, people caught up in