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[Random guy singing]
Throw your hands up in the air And wave like you just don`t care Say, you deserve a break today Oh yeah, work that body, work that body Make sure you don`t hurt nobody Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy wuzzy had no hear Fuzzy wuzzy wasn`t fuzzy, was he? I like the party rock the body You like the party want somebody I sang too, listen to the song.. [Verse 1: Slug] Sittin` on the steps, with ANT, that`s my man Flippin` pig-russian, discussin` politics and contraband Karma cut me clean as if I asked for it Seven travels offered states with a case and fake passport I want to shelter everybody from the snakes And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for huntin` breaks (Ten thousand lakes) Multiple choice of where to drown So I quote the horse, it goes “What floats is what`s found" Gettin down like they did in the 7-2 With the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you Before you knew about a phone bill Before you had to hold still Before the Kool-Aid got diluted with Golden Seal I used to ride around this town on a dirtbike Child touched stillato, wild stages just to earn strikes Read my lips, act like you heard right And keep an eye on your chick—I work my rubber like a turnpike It ain`t nothin` for me to come swing from your tree I wear the love like a ring and I sing until it`s free What? You bringin the weed? We break a measure And let the hook ride just to tie it all together Whatever.. [Chorus: Slug] My life ain`t as cool as your life And more than likely I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to my songs [Verse 2: Slug] And when the party starts, I`m in the corner actin` smart Spittin` game at your girl, just to take your world apart I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures While you sleepin on life and writin the same scriptures (What you gonna take witcha?) I take it all but the fall And when I`m sittin still you can blame the Benadryl and alcohol As far as the stars are above the boulevard I keep my feet on the tar, with the heat in the car Keep the beats in a jar, wait for the time to unleash And when it comes everybody only gets one a piece You better learn the words before you try to quote `em I`m sittin` on mixed nuts, who wants to hold `em? [Chorus: Slug] My life ain`t as cool as your life And more than likely, I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to my songs [Verse 3: Slug] Now let me get a collective amen (amen) I put tame on the monsters the moment that I came in I talk to the voices-- that speak through my headphones Communicate the life while I just cipher all the info I got styles I ain`t even heard yet.. Words like rain and game, that left the earth wet Let it drip-dry, focus eyes on the catalysts Standin` high in the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS They try to figure it out, they try to break it down But they`re distracted by every accent that`s makin a sound Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it `round Till this whole world sees me as a naked clown And while I`m pullin on her bra, shes Tuggin on my drawstring, Screamin` and shoutin to figure out how you lost me Chewin up my cigarette and smokin` my gum Out of respect for your boyfriend, I`ll use my thumb From the start to the done, I never claimed to be right I quit sleepin, now the day looks the same as the night And I`m the type of DJ that only plays what I like A handful of mixed nuts, everyone`s takin a bite.. My life ain`t as cool as yours (3X) [Chorus: Slug] My life ain`t as cool as your life And more than likely I`ll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife So everybody stop askin` me whats wrong And quit actin` like you don`t know the words to me songs I`m alright, I`m just a little mixed up I`m OK, I`m just a little mixed up I`m alright, I`m just a little mixed up I`m OK, I`m just a little mixed up I`m alright, I`m just a little mixed up I`m alright, I`m just a little mixed up I`m OK, I`m just a little mixed up I`m fixed up, and I`m tryin to get my dick sucked..
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