Gimme Dat Microphone Das EFX
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[Skoob] Gimme gimme dat microphone
"One wrecks, the other destroys" --] Erick Sermon (repeat 2X)
*repeat all 4X*
Ohh-kay, ohh-kay; as we go and do it, do it like this
It's like this and you don't stop
Word is bond when we kick
So I'mma get on, and swing it somethin like this
Verse One: Skoob, Dray
You punk niggas jel up, when I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new style developing
So save the stutter, I'm not the baby bubba on the level
I crushes the roughest hardrocks to Fruity Pebbles
Well peek-a-boo, hops, you know my crew rocks, who wanna test me?
I'm next G, heavens to Betsy, I sting like Pepsi
Or Coca-Cola, swoll a nigga's eye up
When I fly up, these niggas bitch up, switch up and dry up
I be the jibber-jabber, quick to make a nigga stagger
Like some vodka, knocka, I'll bake that ass like Betty Crocker, boppa
You need to stop it, filling your pockets off that pop shit
Aye, aye, aye, by George, I think I've got it
"One wrecks, the other destroys" --] Erick Sermon (repeat 2X)
*repeat all 4X*
Ohh-kay, ohh-kay; as we go and do it, do it like this
It's like this and you don't stop
Word is bond when we kick
So I'mma get on, and swing it somethin like this
Verse One: Skoob, Dray
You punk niggas jel up, when I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new style developing
So save the stutter, I'm not the baby bubba on the level
I crushes the roughest hardrocks to Fruity Pebbles
Well peek-a-boo, hops, you know my crew rocks, who wanna test me?
I'm next G, heavens to Betsy, I sting like Pepsi
Or Coca-Cola, swoll a nigga's eye up
When I fly up, these niggas bitch up, switch up and dry up
I be the jibber-jabber, quick to make a nigga stagger
Like some vodka, knocka, I'll bake that ass like Betty Crocker, boppa
You need to stop it, filling your pockets off that pop shit
Aye, aye, aye, by George, I think I've got it
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