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Yeah niggas, so this is what it all boils down to, ha? Ha? This is what it's come to, ha? Ha? Playoffs, yo booms, fuck that We back, baby I ain't asked

Tryna do me nah You can stop I ain't touching nothing less the booty pop Got a milli like man cause I gotta wait If you ain't got money better fly that

ain't no punk (punk) Listen to it bump (boom boom) and there she blows (There she blows!) She bloo-oo-ooows Uhh, uhh I'm Mr. P-I-M-P, J-U-I-C-E Dirty

is rape, wicked like Nixon Long heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoomin' like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money

who's coming to your big town Jugglin' jesters kick it clowns Circus sound painted frown Carnival of carnage creeping round I'm Violent J and I'

the might (yea) kickin that style that I know you'l like im from detroit the city of boom (boom) I used to send violent j to his room (whut?!) my money

Yo, bring it back, yo Yo, at the Roller Rinks, no skates on Early 80s, girl chase on Kurtis Blow ? the breaks on Flavor Flav, Public Enemy clocks, boom

a lot, Niggas need to know that I'm walkin' my talk, It's on time, my coast gonna Shine, Shine, Shine, Can't see nigga, Blind, Blind, Blind, 1 Ton, and the J.J

(the joke's on you, jack ) --> l.l. cool j (ha-ha-ha) [ verse 1: kid capri ] Oh you (you) started somethin new Sorry, that is somethin that you're