| I’m a slow typer, a so-so writer
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| Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers
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| And I’ma be dope, all the way to the end
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| From the cradle to the grave, the Pampers to the Depends
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| Get enough love, got enough friends
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| But on a regular basis it’s safe to say I’ve got the benz
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| And I didn’t mean to ignore that vibe you sent
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| I guess my mind was probably on my rent
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| Oh I got my mind on my tummy, and my tummy on my mind
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| Some assembly required, let me run it down the line
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| The factory is open, time card punched
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| Until lunch time it’s crunch time, back to work
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| Fool, the first rule is to keep the verse true
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| Even if it hurts you, you gotta wear the pain like a stain
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| Respect the listener, respect the game
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| Because there’s more to game than some dinner and fame
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| (Hook)
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| Give me the money
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| Don’t you dare stop there
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| Give me the mic
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| That’s the tool, and I play it cool
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| Give me the life
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| I’ve seen things that used to be dreams
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| Give me the love
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| My name’s Slug, give me a pound or a hug
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| And I’ma play this game, I just wanna say
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| All I really want is for you to remember my name
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| And I’ma run for as long as I’m allowed
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| And hope to God I inspire some of ya’ll
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| See I’m that cat that used to sit in the back and study
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| Looking for some proof, that God loves ugly
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| Flash forward a decade later in your time
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| Somehow, a good number of ya’ll got down
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| And it’s solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it
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| (Not back) An aspiring sociopathic alcoholic
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| (Ahh shit) Look at Slug still rockin’the same outfit
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| Tryin to make the belly grow bigger than the wallet
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| Ay yo man, how you doing, (what?), how you been?
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| Just been makin it cool to rap about love again
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| Not that hippie stuff I’m talkin 'bout that bitch that gives you nuts
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| Did he say bitch? |
| Yeah I’m sorry, don’t tell my baby’s mommy
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| Speakin of baby, when done, there’ll be a crate full of albums
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| For my son to page through, thinking daddy was a gun
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| With a handful of heads that put me up til they had some samples from Ant, and faith in What the Fuck?
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| I said, still goin, still maintainin, still standing in the land of snow and
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| purple rain
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| And I’m still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap me Cause there ain’t no way that I can be happy, when I’m half me
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| (Hook)
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| Give me the money
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| Don’t you dare stop there
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| Give me the mic
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| That’s the tool, and I play it cool
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| Give me the life
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| I’ve seen things that used to be dreams
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| Give me the love
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| My name’s Slug, give me a pound or a hug
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| And I’ma play this game, I just wanna say
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| All I really want is for you to remember my name
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| And I’ma run for as long as I’m allowed
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| And hope to God I inspire some of ya’ll
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| I’ve had the pleasure of speaking with some of you
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| Yeah you, come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talking to After that show, when you approached me like you know me The cd I sold you, the secrets that you told me On that world |
| you vision, through the layers of tears
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| The ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are near
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| I watch you chase it with beer, some frustration and fear
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| Try to figure out why the hell I came here
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| Well I don’t know either, and I’m not ready to take a breather, neither
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| All I know is I’m still a believer
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| So you can beat me up, or you can beat me off
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| Pick a side, any side, and let me do my job, come on If you’ve got a lot of love to give, but you don’t know who to give it to
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| I’ma turn out the lights of the cigarette, and write a song about you
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| This one’s for you.
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| (Hook)
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| Give me the money
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| Don’t you dare stop there
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| Give me the mic
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| That’s the tool, and I play it cool
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| Give me the life
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| I’ve seen things that used to be dreams
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| Give me the love
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| My name’s Slug, give me a pound or a hug
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| And I’ma play this game, I just wanna say
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| All I really want is for you to remember my name
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| And I’ma run for as long as I’m allowed
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| And hope to God I inspire some of ya’ll
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| But don’t you dare stop there
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| That’s the tool, and I play it cool
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| I’ve seen things, that used to be dreams
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| The name’s Slug girl, give me a hug
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| (Ending line)
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| What does ugly mean? |