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De La Soul What The Fuck N1

knew what I was doin would truly toast her But didn't think she'd plug me for the De La Soul [needle drags] [inserted track ends] "What the, what the

pass the peas Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine ... [Dove:] Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise] [inserted track ends] "What the, what

could it be, peeping on me T to the R to the motherfucking A-E Killas that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck Who the fuck running up so nigga what

sell good for the lay bits Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad (What the fuck you think you doing..........) I give a fuck who you

t nowhere to turn to (When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) [Verse 4: Flesh N Bone & Bizzy Bone] I'm stuck lookin' for the lost soul

betta tell 'em what's real bitch Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5 I bring to you the one and only... Bone Thugs N Harmony Nigga this St. Claire... [echoes

nigga so I'm puttin in work I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin to provoke (1-8-7) It's cool how his ass got smoked I don't drink no fuckin V-S-O-P I

Know (He Wears A) Even My Crip Niggas Know (He Wears A Red Bandana) [Verse 1:] Chea Chea Dear God Let Me Clense My Soul Throw Away All The Rims And

like I don't give a fuck my nigga Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga One of the best that ever did this here, every year It's the #1 R&B