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Rippa, rippa, riddle me this, my brother
Can you handle just a
Topped out, the band on the town tour
In perfect symmetry and a balance of strife
Swaggin' and kickin' on a Tuesday night
That's how you bring the dance, that's how you win it
Cheesy, but still, we all sin it
With those about to rock, we salute you
The dirty from the dirty minds, we contribute to
I once was lost, but now I'm found
The music passes over and you're more than the sound
Yeah, who's shoutin'? Heard the earth, let me shout
Yo, I think I'm startin' to bleed from my mouth
And then the man upstairs will offer the cares
I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
We're just three MCs and we're on the go
Shaq, Fish, and Bet the Gold, later
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Only twenty-four hours in a day
Only twelve notes on the Enclave
Music for all, but not just one people
Never got depressed with the money from people
More Adidas sneakers than a Polo's got players
Got more shoes than Jacoby and Wiles
A map of vices, more than you thought it
My ears are deep cushions, I could hear tires
But I'm out from and out of the Atlantic, Atlantic
Only want to hear you make the throat get wet
And then the pressure weighs too much
No why, and when there's so and such
Best move, I got the meanest streak
You'll pay my man, your favorite last week
Can't keep it locked, steal it like pullin' a ramble
Well, Shaq, Fish, and Bet the Gold, later
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Shaq, Shaq, Bet the Gold
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm stealin' from the rich and I'm out pullin' pranks
Give it to the poor, but I always get thanks
'Cause I got more stories than J.D. Salinger
I hold the title and you are the challenger
I got money like Charles Dickens
Got the goodies in the coupe like a cut-off set of Jenkins
And I know I tell it different like the Harriet Tubman
But better than that, I'll be Newman
The new man, the new way, you man
Oh, let my letters say that I'm not lovin' you
Like this, yeah
Well, my dog is hot
More cops than cop in our wagon, yeah
And I'm rockin' a cause
I smoke the holy drama, it's not my religion
Ridin' 'round the city, check the buggy dummy city
Like Jeremy Swagger or Jeremy Bulloch
Like Mario or Johnny 'cause he always does his call work
This is a whole other reaction to thinkin' before
And we got the hot butter, so hurt the popcorn
Sippin' on wine while I'm mackin'
Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin'
I can wave a fade into her right knee
Bein' very proud of bein' MCs
And then the man upstairs will offer the cares
I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
Put the passion crossover up to my real hood
And the bass in clubbin' from the back of my Greenwood
They tell us what to do, hell no
Shaq, Fish, and Bet the Gold, later
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