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play the cigarette paper and the comb play) [ paper & comb ] Coot Marseilles was an old black man from down Mississippi way He worked out in
grown his hair out And bought a groovy sport Coot and moved to Miami and changed his name To BUDDY JONES) steps onto the Crowded bandstand in his Exciting
Yeah Coot nit divvy ninny Foolish Prat spoony off the Henny Foolish Twit wit Timmy Timmy In my Reebok tennie's Coot nit divvy ninny Prat spoony off
brands colored soot Got the vans on her foot Spray can put her locked up but She fuckin cops to leave they were coots Yo what's good in the hood smoking
Hey-ey-ey! Poppy ain't got no home training I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer And I'm playing my Farfisa in a soul band Five brothers in a little
any more 'Cause my kids and your kids, when they grow up and get drunk They'll understand, all old coots are gone in their grave But as long
any more 'Cause my kids and your kids, when they grow up and get drunk They'll understand, all old coots are gone in their grave But as long
'Cause training season's over (Is over, is over, is over) (Training season's over) I try to see my lovers in a good light (good light) Don't wanna do
living like a coot Jah Jah never send no life pan no parachute Bad company make the I take the wrong route Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe
Sparring is training Chain snatching the slaves But a rap song is a match in a cave Dim lit, wet wick, wicked rapping its way Drunk off of light,
in a river, there’s nothing like that. Watch the Kingfishers, the hawks and coots Back in Colorado and my country roots . The modern world’s no place
ping down my eyes I prepare for the rite Carve human heart still live Pluck eyes from common coot Etch the red kings trinity Mutter ancient words
for one reason But yet it comes in three The number grows bigger When I give right into you Yet even if I look away The mirror says its true I can't
Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands Basic training's over, time to war Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand Let off,
killing tracks too If your an athlete you should really hoop with me Hustling in the gym training truthfully God be showing me too much behind the scenes
Or else the bullet in a the barrel ah go bubble up! Ey fool, don?t you trouble us Or else the fire whey me there blaze, it ah go burn you up--wah-woy!
'Cause training season's over (Is over, is over, is over) (Training season's over, is over) I try (I try) to see my lovers in a good light (good
you heard the weapon, that's Coot be cockin' I'm stompin' down on my Reebok white Rearview mirror jackers in sight Not to worry, I fear no bite I'm
Welcome to operations manual training room echo 25 Class will now begin Sit in this chair Read this manual Now you are trained Sit in this
yeah 'Cause training season's over I try To see my lovers in a good light Don't wanna do it just to be nice Don't wanna have to teach you how
not the same You want the title without any training I'm a champ in the making We are not the same We are not the same I could never be you and you
against me) But if it's all in my head (Don't need no recipe) Cuz I been training for it (I been training) Yeah I be doing push ups And running everyday
for Cyberpunk in this Training montage Like I'm some eighties kinda hunk in his Training montage I'm tryna get my bicep pump in this Training montage,
Welcome to basic rap training Welcome to basic rap training Welcome to basic rap training Welcome to basic rap training I am your drill instructor
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