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Oh, pretty cootah
I got a brand new shiny sharp shooter
For those who try to (Doo doo doo)
Oh yeah, do what I do-ah
I'm laid back, kickin' it with the Shaq black
Yakety-yak, go for back or get your freakin' back cracked
With blows to your nose when I roll to my show
That's what happened to the last man that stepped on my toes
Goodness gracious, here's a little bit of what the taste is
I'm off to Grandma's house, I gotta pay a visit
Ah, knock knock, knock knock
Who do you think? It's the plumber, the plumber
I'm comin' to fix the sink and freak the
Fee-fees, fee-fives, fee-fours, fee-fum
I'm comin' around, I'm comin' around, around every time I rock
The w-w-w-wack, kick it
Colder than the deaf and dumb dumb
My lyrics are rugged, they rough up like bearded idiot, ruff ruff
I huffa, buffa
Snuffalufus, thus I'm gonna be cotton-pickin' thousands
Schedules, oops, thousands beats
The ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, pee, puppy
Come and watch the style, wicked and wild
Watch my grill, there's no smile
See you later, alligator, I'm a wild crocodile
Like um um, seems to me like Tom Tom and Jerry
My style is mad, fat like the ass of Halle Berry
But rarely you see me freak a style from the dome
And I freak shit with a retarded lip (Like I got Down syndrome)
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Pardon me now, check out the way I do it, comin' wicked
I'm funky as Wilson Pickett, you can dig it when I kick it
Competition better forget it, I'm dangerous
My underwear is Hanes, punk, I jack Jordans, so what's up?
Erick Sermon makin' a statement
I'm solo with no replacement
Boom boom, you can feel the bass kick
I'm about to do the Larry Bird
That means jet, and my boy Shaquille's up next
Rugged Hill forbidden, ice white, Shaq is in the middle
Who is my contender? 'Cause I'm about to rip her
To shread, no, smithereens
Eat you like a sandwich (What kind?) Submarines
Look, I'm some lettuce, tomato, and tomahto
I'm the big bravado, got sixty mil', I won the lotto
It must be magic, Shaq is causin' havoc
Yo, I see your rebound, M.O., won't you grab it?
It be I, yes I, the one with the drive-by
Lyricist, could you get a whiff of this high?
It's the M.O., the intro with the pro go
Check out the real flow, I swing my style on the down low
With the F-U, it takes a few to get those with the fist
A brother who is wack is on my shh list
I stay smooth and dapper like Hank Gathers
I'm badder than Michael, and plus, I'm a rapper
I'm ruder than a cougar, I'm slicker than a snake
Rider 5 Deadly Villains Part 1 of your fate
'Cause it's over
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With beats the man Ricky Rick is styles to the tune
Boom! Turn up the volume
With beats the man Ricky Rick is styles to the tune
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