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check this shit which I have concocted Then you can jock it [Bridge:] "Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]" Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien Yeah, it's

made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's

homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old

Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I

, persona's that of a non-needer Because I don't need nada except for Prada beaver For cold winters, tattoos got my summer's sleeveless To my G's on

tonight Gotta get you home Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks In the six drop boo and it don't stop See

One:] Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks In the six drop boo and it don't stop See money lookin alright,

And all that shit's stupid but I'm gonna address it And after I get it off my chest may God bless it I will invest four minutes exactly for everyone Who