| Here we go again, here we go again
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| It’s EOM and you know I’m 'bout to blow again
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| LOA beats got bite like Dobermans
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| While your beat’s lazy playing hooky you sleepin' in
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| Meditating within, Ho Chi Minh discipline
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| See me wilin' out with and some hooligans
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| Then hear my voice laced up on that Pro Tools track
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| King of the flow so yo I gotta represent that
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| The flow flow smooth throughout my soul flows
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| The no doubt that y’all knows
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| Like Notorious it’s unbelievable
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| So ridiculous that it’s inconceivable, word
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| Tonight we have got the funky soul
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| James Brown Papa Got a Brand New Bag for that ass
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| You better wake up like Spike Lee and do the right thing
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| When I hit you with the jazzamatazz
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| gifted, unlimited
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| Rhymes is universal, styles is infinite
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| No commercials yet, definitive
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| No rehearsals or has beens but no reversals
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| See me, Herbal T, Big Wax call it the trinity
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| You are now witnessing the rawest form of divinity
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| Prepare for the affinity when you the vicinity, bitch
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again, here we go again
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| Big Wax blowin' in
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| You can hear the beer bottles openin'
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| Toast to the fact I ain’t ever gonna again
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| Here, raise it up, slam it
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| Goddamn it all I know is win
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| Seen your girl at the the show front row showin' skin
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| Left with her under my arm like she deoderant
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| Throw her in the the cab and hear the cash cab buzzers and lights
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| That’s two times I’m gettin' lucky tonight
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| I’m in the back seat lovin' my life
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| Talkin' to the the driver while she under the belt tuggin' the pipe
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| He said it’s a special episode with questions worth double tonight
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| And then I answered every one of them right
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| I give you knuckleheads something to bite
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| 'Cause all them little raps that you wrote, ain’t none of 'em tight
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| Only your grandma said they weren’t horrible
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| «Awe, look at his little mix tape; |
| isn’t that adorable?»
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| Awe, while she pinch you on the cheek
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| Man I’m shittin' on the beat like a pigeon on the street
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| I’m just shittin', y’all are weak
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| Different and unique, when you speak
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| Pass me a pillow and a sheet, I’m gonna get some sleep
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| Your thing is people snoring
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| Our thing’s crowds roaring when we’re touring
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| You’re the human embodiment of boring
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again, here we go again
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| It’s Herbal T, I’m bum rushin' the show again
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| Shave my head put Wax on the marquee
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| Get the money and run before they ever know it’s him
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| I gotta, tryin' to put money off shore like Gilligan
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| Retire and shine like filament
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| Everyday hard work, diligent
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| Still on the microphone every night killin' it
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| We got LOA on that Wes Montgomery six string
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| The mix king
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| Best not me this thing
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| You bump it on your laptop you’re liable to melt your motherboard
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| I’m tellin' you it is that hot
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| I got soul like the OJs but get no praise
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| And small money like insurance copays
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| I’m gettin' off like snow days
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| Watch me kill it like a matador in a bull ring gettin' olés
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| Torro torro, build like a 401K
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| No need for gun play
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| When I swashbuckle like Zorro
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| Chillin' in Japan, sippin' on Sapporo
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| Yeah, we gettin' loose with it
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| Pull the liquor out the freezer, make juice with it
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| It stay cool if you put a little ice with it
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| It’s in the blood
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again
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| Here we go again |