Now he comes close gets crushed like clay packs
 
 With unlimited flows never stay in the same spot
 
 Everything in locks got a place to make rock
 
 If you feel it in your heart reach out like grand fox
 
  
  Baby hop on board, you don't need your payed stubs
 
 in the galaxy bus we pullin out all stops
 
 From the bay to LA just like the great pac
 
 Big shout to my man cut chemist and J5
  
 
 All my women in the spot thats makin the place pop
 
 That branch from bass chocolate
 
 Asia good cop, go in, state the obvious
 
 Legs and tank tops
 
 Y'all keep on truckin y'all doin a great job
  
 
 For ain't no stage I won't take from playin cards
 
 In the burgundy coats, snake boots and black socks
 
 On the barbary coast playin host to ex wives
 
 With the bubbly flowin cuff links and fake butts
  
 
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 When I do that damn thing
 
 I do that damn thing
 
 I do that damn thing
 
 I do that there
  
 
 Now I am award your fate heats
 
 That's helped ya
 
 one day at the altar mid general
 
 called me in to headquarters, gave me an order
 
 son I bestow the gift of rap on ya
  
 
 fight for the cause but don't be a mortal
 
 I'm your DJ on the steel wheel of fortune
 
 Get me an art against lay before you show this to four more ways to change coats?
  
 
 To guess the trouble is when he did what he did
 
 Bless me with excellence with the bat and the pen
  
 
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 So if any ya young MC's
 
 never passed the entry level position
 
 I'm guessin eventually
 
 Y'all thistle empty disappear gently
 
 Like a whisper in the wind come messin with LB
  
 
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 Whoa . . . . . . . . . . . . Cut Chemist
  
 
 Whoa . . . . . . . . . .Bring it back now
  
 
 Well abracadrabra I'll saddled up a camel
 
 Travelled the Sahara and the avenues of Casablanca
 
 ran into the back of a fama?
 
 They snackin on the abba-zabba cabbage patch
 
 A practising the macarena with who?
  
 
 Santana, Santa, a panda, my gramma
 
 Dracula, Aladdin and the delhi-lama
 
 Berretta and a mannequin
 
 and then I slipped on a banana landed on a hammock
 
 In Havana sippin on a can of apple fanta
  
 
 Bit by a piranha when I swam into an aness
 
 On the back of a manta I paddled with a spatula
 
 Back to atlanta where I had a
 
 hamburger with hammers manager
 
 Afterwards he handed me eleven lemons for
  
 
 The Tropicana where I had a romantic encounter
 
 With janet palmer, a tama for Selma and a calamity jane
 
 Samantha vanity, Miss Japan, Canada
 
 and panamarama in the back of a natura
  
 
 [Chorus]