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Big Daddy Kane Looks Like A Job For ... Prelude [big daddy kane] Huh, huh, huh Mister cee, are you wit me, uhh Mister cee, are you wit me, dig it Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh And put that rough talk on the shelf You talk all that robbery shit, but it's lame You wouldn't steal first base at a baseball game Never sold drugs, you never was a thug But you're talking ying-yang like as if you're in a gang I mean for goodness sake The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak You wanna question me and all the words i say Well, you can bring the noise any fuckin day I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya And if i see you at a party, put up your dickbeaters By time i get through wreckin your jaw You be callin patti labelle and barry white hardcore Why should i give up for gangster contrast When i can rap about gettin some ass To prove that i'm a gangster only brings me trouble But the proof that i'm a lover * sound of a zipper * It's that easy but still you insist (yeah) That i do this (what?) |
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