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Blue = Ómar's vocals
Brown = Tiny's vocals
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I come runnin' when the beat starts, ya'll can't control
me. Spitting out lyrics like a cross dressing dope fiend. I'm working
it, I'm working hard for the best of it. Beating just the best of
them but I want to get the rest of them. I'm wrecking it, I fuck
it up for the next of kin. I'm kicking back with a blunt and a glass
of gin. You can't control me, I'm the motherfucking man. Why do
I claim these things? Because I can. Break it down to basics, ya'll
see me lifted. Elevated, sage-like, lovesome and gifted. Strikingly
original, a pioneer, a visionary. When it comes to sex I'm a man
on a missionary. Springing like a jackknife, quick to the rescue.
You want to test me? You fuck with my crew. So make your move son,
don't keep me waiting. Better do it now or do you want to keep on
hating.
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Booya. I rock it hard, I rock it best.
Booya. I run it out and break the test.
Booya. Shake that ass and shake the breasts.
I guess those are the things that make me blessed.
I don't wander distorted turn the other cheek
and just grudge. I'll put you in order and drown your grin in the
mud. And I don't quit while winning I'll give you twice the amount.
And the shit you deposit when you open up my account. So step aside
'cause I'll come running like a freak and, you're walking funny
on the sunny side of the street man. You're gonna get me arrested
ain't that some shit. You hear stories the molest me and test them
grits. Don't you know what they call me cause I ain't tall. I gotta
pack something to make the other guy look small. I might do something
stupid and bring a sharp toothbrush. Then race you around the city
and get your whole crew crushed.
New coat of paint on we're still the same, motherfuckers
that are always on top in this game. 'Cause we got the craziest,
fucked up individuals. Rock steady crew, break some backs honey
with you all. This is how it's gonna be, this is how it works. Gonna
ride, gonna drink, gonna fuck 'til it hurts. Freaks to the left
of me, suckers to the right. If you want a little taste, you can
have what is left of me. Swing my bat, catch the ball running. I
got it working cause it's you I'm always gunning. I'm wicked, wild,
fucked and crazy. Full of shit, distracted and hazy. I said my piece,
now go forth and multiply. Tear me down, disown me, well you can
try. Indestructible and baby that's a fact um, you want a sample
right straight up in your rectum?
[Chorus]
Booya. I rock it hard, I rock it best.
Booya. I run it out and break the test.
Booya. Shake that ass and shake the breasts.
I guess those are the things that make me blessed.