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D O A Let S Wreck The Party

, West, every state, come on, bury the hate Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz Let's begin

and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it

the way it's goin down The B I G D A D Y, no, back up and add another D Come back to the K to the A, to the N, to the E Live from New York, the one

Biz Markie) A-one two Okay, Okay, O-O-O-O-Okay Paul Nice and the MC (Biz Markie) We're getting down to the funky sounds And check it out, here's how you

put a hurt on a nigga Dumd sex, motherfucker feeding dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? Fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's

and the h-o-e's The ones I only call at night *keys jangling* you know my low keys While downin olde e's with the likwid mc's The crew that takes the party

a brotha who's the son Of a father who's a tech and a mother who's a nurse And I get paid 'cause I learned to kick a verse I'm on a roll, I got 'nough

sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i The greatest rapper you ever heard please

deja vu Then we win again, like M.J. do Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move [Chorus