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in the house! Sacramento in the house! Whittier in the house! Come on baby girl.
wow, cinnamon num num. we love you d. play the bongos.
This is a song that came about as a freestyle. Operation Music. That's right.
Deeper than the depths of hell, my mind dwells in a blood cell formed just to smother the
smell. T-trouble b-bubblin' doublin' over the shoulders
of those who oppose us with closure on public exposure.
Microphone, microphone! Push me to power to put these *** in prone!
Officials still acting, bodies still stacking. Attitudes smashing, now let's get the action
When I'm feeling someone digging in my pockets. What's hapnin'?
See me freestyle on cassettes until I pop it. What's hapnin'?
Bring it back to life, repeat it then recop it. What's hapning? What's hapnin? What's
hapnin? When I'm feeling someone digging in my pockets.
What's hapnin'? See me freestyle on cassettes until I pop
it. What's hapnin'? Bring it back to life, repeat it then recop
Sometimes I get on the mic and spit freestyles. Get a little wild, sometimes I get Guile while
I sonic boom on that ***. If you try and pass me ***, my name is Dust-D
and I'm too classy for ya. Man, I'm slick on this microphone, told you
cats, "Just leave it alone". I'm back in time from 89 to *** what's
mine. Take everybody who's been down with me!
I'm going down chimneys, quickly smoking your trees, you wanna *** with me...
You can't see me cause I'm tragic like Whitney Houston ducked behind a bush from Bobby or
OJ. *** it I'll go back to go straight.
Back to good times, back to jacking fools. Back in high-school, I used to be so cool.
I'd grab on some fresh ***, they were so pretty.
The girls would like me and I swear they'd *** with me!
But now I'm so *** this microphone trip that I don't got no time for a silly *** ***!
Now you might catch me, getting real nifty or up on the magazine racks down at Thrifty!
Yeah, I'm so gifted it's sick kid. Props to Tha Liks, don't step you'll get ripped!
***. Check the hook.
When I'm feeling someone digging in my pockets. What's hapnin'?
See me freestyle on cassettes until I pop it. What's hapnin'?
Bring it back to life, repeat it then recop it. What's hapning? What's hapnin? What's
hapnin? When I'm feeling someone digging in my pockets.
What's hapnin'? Go D.J. See me freestyle on cassettes until I pop
it. What's hapnin'? Bring it back to life, repeat it then recop
it. What's hapning? What's hapnin? What's hapnin?
***, ***, ***, kill, kill, kill... sometimes I get ill.
Sometimes I can feel a funky *** rhythm going deep within my soul.
I love to grab on pantyhose, throw em down and explode!
As I grab, who's testing mine? I told you jack I'm feeling fine.
I recline with 79 straight divine, dime piece ***!
Who wants a piece of the champ and all his damn riches?
This is Christmas Eve, here to give a present straight from heaven.
You cats aint' militant enough to even see. I ripped it for all the freestyle heads out
there in the world trying to make that bread. Make that dollar, make all the ladies straight
holler. Do you hear me?
When I'm feeling someone digging in my pockets. What's hapnin'?
See me freestyle on cassettes until I pop it. What's hapnin'?
Bring it back to life, repeat it then recop it. What's hapning? What's hapnin? What's
hapnin? When I'm feeling someone digging in my pockets.
What's hapnin'? See me freestyle on cassettes until I pop
it. What's hapnin'? Bring it back to life, repeat it then recop
it. What's hapning? What's hapnin? What's hapnin?
Are you feeling this ***? What's up? Are you digging my tune? Are you not entertained?
You had me at hello. You can't handle the truth.
*** it up for them, yeah, yeah. And right about now