Da Booty

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Question
 What is it that everybody has
 And some pirates and theives try to take
 Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
 Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
 Da Booty (come on everybody that's here,
 that's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
 Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
 Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
 Da Booty (come on everybody that's here,
 that's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
 I give my promise to all y'all to keep my shit hittin'
 Half of y'all claim dog but now a light kitten
 Flippin' on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
 Get off that ass and see what I'm settin'
 Born with this inside, you just can't get it
 This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
 Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin'
 make deep impressions and constantly be reppin'
 When I was young I'd stretch gouch yo
 Now I'm on Letterman, on the couch yo
 The black thing with knives is called the back do'
 Can't we be cool instead of being foul though
 Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
 Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
 Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
 You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother
 Phife Dawg puttin' the bite back in yours
 Top dog, puttin' it up, flick his balls
 MC from now til I get a frown
 Shake that ass girl because you world renowned
 Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights
 Bull duke, you've got to die for your rights
 MC's, y'all got to work for the mic
 Zombies, do it from dusk to the light
 Da booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
 da booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
 da booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word
 to phife dawg and my man shaheed)
 Rock to the beat, yo it's never the same
 Good girls usually got good game
 Hot cats tearin' that ass out the frills
 Block ass, you had no skills, that's the reals
 Make this money without the friction
 Take this honey, there goes your diction
 Rappers better retreat, fix your joints
 My whole crew got bumps on they points
 Rumors being spread 'bout me and my click
 We can't rock shows and our rhymes ain't shhh
 Might not've heard it, or maybe you have
 Between me and you, they can kiss my ass
 Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed
 But say what you may, just cash my check
 'Cause all I'm ever guilty of is going on tour
 Doing shows galore, and bringin' it raw
 [Chorus]

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Duration
03:20
Key
1
Tempo
92 BPM

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