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spendin' great time with the rhyme\n\nMore than I did any female\nI derailed your train of thought\nBecause your brain was caught\nOn some other man's thinking\nNow your third eye is blinking\nMy rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking\nI get funky for sure while you're unsure\n\nIf you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw\nThis track was a broad\nI'd be bonin' the shit out of it\nBang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her\nProbably some scratch clothes and some J's\nI got six million ways to rhyme\n\nChoose one\nI stand out like a nigga on a hockey team\nI got goals, and I can like a pop machine\nI come clean\nLike a fiendish child, now in rehab\nMy stutter style's crazy\n'Cause that's right, we bad, we bad\n\nPryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga\n'Cause I kick ass\nAnd when I wreck it other rappers be like, \"Whiplash!\"\n\n(Watermelon) check it out, y'all\n(Watermelon) you don't stop\n(Watermelon) keep movin' on\n(Watermelon)\n\nIt's like I come to 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now\nBut catch you later\n\nYou can't touch this, 'cause this is what I'm feelin' bro\nI'm the man, you need me, I'll be on the fifth flo'\nJust chillin'\nEven if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace\nI'm out to Dirty Burgers, I'ma give my change to Reese\n\n(Watermelon) check it out, y'all\n(Watermelon) you don't stop\n(Watermelon) keep movin' on\n(Watermelon) it's like that, dawg\n\n(Watermelon) check it out, y'all\n(Watermelon) you don't stop\n(Watermelon) keep movin' on\n(Watermelon)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33] It's a phone call\n[00:04.03] I'm gonna have to let London do it\n[00:07.59] Sunset...\n[00:09.56] Rodney...\n[00:11.23] Give him some watermelon\n[00:13.47] (Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon)\n[00:20.32] I express like an interstate\n[00:21.96] Hyper when I venilate\n[00:23.00] My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state\n[00:25.87] Just to reitterate\n[00:27.13] That I innovate\n[00:28.06] Bonin' broads while they menstruate\n[00:29.36] I'm 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crazy nigga\n[01:08.75] 'Cause I kick ass\n[01:09.70] And when I wreck it other rappers be like, \"Whiplash!\"\n[01:12.67] (Watermelon) check it out, y'all\n[01:15.26] (Watermelon) you don't stop\n[01:17.67] (Watermelon) keep movin' on\n[01:20.38] (Watermelon)\n[01:21.53] It's like I come to the party in a b-boy stance\n[01:24.50] I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance\n[01:27.13] I come to the party in a b-boy stance\n[01:29.70] I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance\n[01:32.02] Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper\n[01:34.93] I'm a blow this shit out, 'cause I'm the joint like reefer\n[01:37.54] If Barry White was in the mob\n[01:38.84] I still would be deeper\n[01:40.01] 'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to go with Keyvin\n[01:42.46] This MC stepped to me, butt-ass naked like, \"What's up?\"\n[01:44.98] I said, \"You know you done fucked up\n[01:46.36] Now I'm sayin, \"You know you done fucked up\"\n[01:47.99] Everybody that here be say I 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