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| Jaylib Champion Sound The Red Yo man you here dat you here dat **** man Like what the **** is this Hey look at this what kinda luck is this Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my **** Only haters holler they can't feel us Wanna get looser then we? But just gonna be a looser to me and Dilla Killa, Talkin' bout how you kill cops, you softer then a pillow Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep? 'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec? Anyway I'm straight high off the trees Your girl don't wanna lie she's gonna get on a **** **** turn it up Y'all **** must be outta head if ya sister made it up to the bed Yo what was that you said right there what was that? Mr. Leadway, instant replay, instant relay Instant MC, Producer, and DJ I do this **** without a cell beeper or three way Your coming off like like a G-lay? Anyway ay, peace to A.G. Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Sage Oh that **** wildlight, wildlife, hannibal, cannibals What what else? Um, male fascists, womanizers Nymphos, **** in disguises Ah what else? Fine women that like pretty women Some **** women, some **** woman, mostly ****' women Y'all **** must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed Uh, get ready, let's go |
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