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(Kevin Gani bring the body ho)

Let me remind these fools that I'm Doe'd Up
The little muppets I'm Doe'd up
I was gonna stop actin' bad but I'm

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

Take Off

Bob & Doug McKenzie

Great White North

1982

coo, coooo! 

Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and 
This is my brother Doug. 
How's it going, eh? 

Beauty, eh? 
Yeah, I

on stealing like a ballplayer
Fucked up
Like its bad luck
But luck is just imaginary
Need the will to push foward to every January
Kinda scary how I've lost all

You’re my queen and one day i’ll place the bet
I’m going all in, no matter how far i get
For you baby, i’ll get real bad
Allign your peace with my steps

and taken care of
Hustle to good for the bad luck
Gotta make sure it add up
Still riding them lac trucks
Confirm the back end before it back up
Free dj I'm

all the mad dogs
Bad dog now I'm need call my lawyer
And get some tax cuts, tax cuts
The police getting their stick and
Fuck my back up
Fuck me up, I'm

and I have been since 13
So mu'fucker don't test me
Put all my points in the luck stat
If I'm walking by and I hear you talkin some dumb shit, ima double

in memory cause real rap it is not
So they can stay away and live a couple more days
And create a new album that's inspiring when it plays
In so many

dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow

fun, but that’s just me

Bad news Charlie brought us updates, none of them good
Bob and his kids kept warm by burnin’ wood
Food was runnin’ low, for big

This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck

with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

of a pastor
Nigga, I'm bad luck, I'm misery
I'm your master making you hang it up
Like folks living in Alaska
I'm radiant, summer blinded
By the sun divine

coo, coo, coo, coooo!||(Spoken):|Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and|this is my brother Doug.|How's it going,

I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this

I sit and think to myself
Is what I wanna say to be true
But I rather cut back vent and smoke
Think about my future
As time fly pass
Day by day or by

the best
One of the greatest marketing tactics we've ever witnessed
Cared for just the music, the business wasn't none of our business
The third album

and that's just my luck I'm still winning
Come with good and some bad we can fuck baby I'll keep it friendly
Need a dentist it's like she got dentures and took

Twisting Up A Blunt I Mix The Opps With Gary Peyton
I Was Down Bad Niggas Aint Offer A Hand
The Choppa Got A Bipod Ima Let It Stand 
Do A Drive By

POP
They screaming Mazel Tov
Couple bad bitches 
Letting all the bottles off 
Bet money on myself 
Now the linen soft 
I need a big ass stick
To keep

out like last month

I’m tryna get my life together, but I got bad luck

You probably don’t care about my hardships, but my daughter is starving

If you

and lyricism
You wanna take him down a peg but know that the mirrors did him
Cracked like an egg, the reflect of intellect

Seven years bad luck but to me you