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The said it was all about knowledge And now I feel like I got most of it all Dre, Drop it! Parental discretion is advised when the D.O.C Gets candid, to move like a one-armed bandit Arrange the tempo, when I go solo The beat and the cut to a rhyme, and it's oh so Raw, 'cause you want to jam, then you goin' "Damn he's good", and you're right, 'cause I am And I'm strong, strong enough to reach 'em They said they wanna learn, so I'mma teach 'em Amplified by a microphone My point is known, so yo, leave the pad at home I'm down with the sound, so much that I can feel it If there's a deal to be dealt, then I'll deal it I'm on a roll, that's word to the father Chumps want to break, but I'm tellin' 'em don't bother Char the, memory of all who saw the Last to concern, I burn like lava So in the sum you break, you broke it And I'm smilin', but not jokin' Secrets are told, fold, that never did With the knowledge as strong as a whirlwind pyramid Whirlwind pyramid It was mandatory, a righteous editorial 'Cause my sport is like a part of a memorial Lo and behold, I was told through a poll I have the juice to make vinyl gold Servant, at your service, never nervous Why am I acclaimed "The Great"? 'Cause I deserve this Title, it's vital, I be perceived correctly So I don't have to deal with suckers tryin' to check T-R to the A, why Do they have to be warned? Just try And I'll start crushin', wit'out discussion Checkin' the crowd with the rhymes I'm bussin' Cool, a quality I have to mention Gainin', with the dope comprehension I move the crowd, so I'm makin' my bid Pop the lid, yeah, see a whirlwind pyramid Transform Hold it, you're a step off the pace, so catch up And if sittin', get ya black ass up Dance to the rhythm, let it move ya pants And if you don't dance, I assume you can't And as the crowd, steadily expandin' So move, 'cause I don't want to see you standin' You're in the way, so hey you gotta step Left right, I don't give a damn, just jet As you leave the party in the light you could say bye to Everybody, but you're a Testa Maserati 'Cause you don't want to handle the scandal Physical abuse 'cause you're as drunk as Tony Randall And it's a gamble, I mean I've heard you ramble On and on, but you get worn like a sandal They said "get raw" and I did Then I slid to the back, and hid behind a whirlwind pyramid The D.O.C., with some help from my boy T-E-E Is now operatin' smoothly Richer knowlege of a whirlwind pyramid Big dollars I'm gonna always clock And I'm always down to rock I had some gin and sacco (I think you're drunk) Now I'm ready to rock-o, ha, ha, ha
Writer(s): Tracy Lynn Curry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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