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wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nWe say\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nAh yo\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n\nWe say\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nAh yo\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nAnd if you say fuck me\nI'ma say fuck you\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n\nCall me Will, enemy I state\nWhen four doc run the scam\nNew jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand\nPunch, atomic bomb I hit many\nFrom bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny\nWhile you bailin', I'm trailin'\nRockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance\nWhen I walk by you better not be kickin'\nOr I put two more in that Terriyaki chicken\n\nYou've just been fitted for them seaman shoes\nThis is bottom of the lake raps\nStab you in the back\nKung fu\nFifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks\nUnless they bust like fifty-two shots\nI'm the has been that have not\nBattle kids at Maxwell's house\n\nKnow when I'm good to the last drop\nWhat's my name, Meth, his name's Doc\nJust like urban\nSee me in the gran' transportation splurgin'\nDrivin' with a turban who push a black suburban\nCome on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban\nNetwork law lay it down like a Persian\nM to the E to the F, spell curtain\n\nGet out your car sucker\nThis ain't yours\nRobbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls\nAnd brauds got the nerve to act funny\nYou a champagne ho, with kool aide money\nFrown bitch, Doc up in that town quick\nYou back down a point on NFL blitz\nI'm lyin', buddah break fool and take two\nAnd put your hole in the earth to escape through\n\nWe say\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nWe say\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nAh yo\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n\nWe say\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nAh yo\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\nAnd if you say fuck me\nI'ma say fuck you\nWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2\n\nYeah, yo\nDJ scratch\nNot ready for prime time playas\nMr. Meth, funk Doc\nDef Jam 2000 mutha fuckas\nCalm me down, baby\nNod your head to this\n\nCome on\nAh yo, this is WKYA Radio\nWe are 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don't know\n\n Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power\n Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps\n 40 miles per hour\n I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore\n Takin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls\n Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese\n The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee\n Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin'\n Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump\n\n We say\n Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n We say\n Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n Ah yo\n Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n\n We say\n Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n Ah yo\n Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n And if you say fuck me\n I'ma say fuck you\n Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2\n\n Call me Will, enemy I state\n When four doc run the scam\n New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand\n Punch, atomic bomb I hit many\n From bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny\n While you bailin', I'm trailin'\n Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance\n When I walk by you better not be kickin'\n Or I put two more in that Terriyaki chicken\n\n You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes\n This is bottom of the lake raps\n Stab you in the back\n Kung fu\n Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks\n Unless they bust like fifty-two shots\n I'm the has been that have not\n Battle kids at Maxwell's house\n\n Know when I'm good to the last drop\n What's my name, Meth, his name's Doc\n Just like urban\n See me in the gran' transportation splurgin'\n Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban\n Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban\n Network law lay it down like a Persian\n M to the E to the F, spell curtain\n\n Get out your car sucker\n This ain't yours\n Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls\n And brauds got the nerve to act funny\n You a champagne ho, with kool aide money\n Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick\n You back down a point on NFL blitz\n I'm lyin', buddah break fool and take two\n And put your hole in the earth 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