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I kick out the jams and tell you who I am I said I'll make you shake your ass like Les Macan And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay 'cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand I'm changing my middle name to first trem I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happened to the rappin' duke I heard the captain's gonna sign him to jive and that's the truth Taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubbery I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery Produce organic from my own yard Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb Waking up my long joint, ready to get some Looking at my board and my old boots Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth And on the court I've got game like my brother matt I give a shout out so where you at But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya Horatio park right now and I'm a shake ya Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out I need some inspiration so get the best out Like rock master Scott, I'm on the request line Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time Good vibes flowing all around Not a worry in mind as the friends around A shout out to Linda riding pow forever Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care And I'm waking old ladies out their underwear I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy Got beats like bobalou on 'I Love Lucy' I'm not like the skipper on 'fantasy island' I'm more like captain shtupping when I go back whylin' The cire traverse out to death shoot Or s.t.h. when they let me back at the deuce 'cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff Down with bubble gum and ninth creation Get down we've got the sound sensation Kid fresh is back from the 80's And we're doing it for the ladies (chorus) |
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