Don’t hate the player Hieroglyphics

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Del tha Funkee Homosapien(Casual)
That's that Bay Area
Ha-ha-hi-Hieorglyohics, you know
(Don't hate the player hate the game)
Get your game up
(Don't hate the player hate the game)
Sir Diesel, Automator got that game though
[Casual]
On the sticks I been doin this since ’86
With that one big red button joystick, I’m sick
You can never touch me couzzie
Can't bum-rush me, bust or crush me
Break ya knees, pump fake ya freeze
My crossover’s sicker than the Black Eyed Peas
Yet sweet like candied yams
It's supported and recorded on the Handycams
And be like damn he jams
But he's no grammy fam
Came in a limo, and leave in an ambulance
Burn like hot embers and
My cock's so big I need hammer pants
One punch ouch, Like fuck yo couch
Eatin' croutons all on ya futon
Who's on point, watch how it sounds now
I'm 3 from downtown, on ya brown round
It's Casual, boy, I'm town-bound
You hyphy like me, well calm down