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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDead On It
Riding in my Thunderbird on the freewayI turned on my radio 2 hear some music playI got a silly rapper talking silly shit insteadAnd the only good rapper is one that's dead on itUh, Dead on itShall we go back? (Yeah!)Let's goNegros from Brooklyn play the bass pretty goodBut the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta shouldA magnum fro is better when u got a poof on itAnd the 2 and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it(Funky dead on it)uh, dead (on it) on itShall we go back? Let's goThey dead on it, wowSee the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone deafPack the house then try 2 sing,there won't be no one left (ha ha) (on it)Parking lot's on fire, brothers peelin' out of the townThey say in disgust, they singin' their gutsRappin' done let us down (down down)u got 2 be dead... on itDead on it(dead)All the sisters like it when u lick 'em on the kneesDon't believe me? (no)Try it once then stop, they'll be beggingPlease, please, please (please, please, please)Shoo be doo wa, dead on itWhat does that have 2 do with the funk?Nothing, but who's paying the bills?If u don't wanna lick my knees, I'm sho' your mama willUh, cuz we, cuz we, cuz we dead on itDe, de- de- de- de- de- de, dead on it, on itMy bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got shit on meMy nickname's Hell's-a-Poppin', I'm badder than the Wicked WitchI got a gold tooth, costs more than your houseI got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouseThey dead, they dead on it, on itWait now, hang up, dial tone on the 3U know, U know, I'm busy, 2 scizzyCan't nobody fuck with meCuz I'm dead (on it, on it, on it)Shoo be doo wa wa, dead on itDead on it, on it, on itDang, dang, dang, dang, (dead on it) shoo be dang, dang, dang, dead on itDead, dead on it
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