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HooK

Ah ha hush that fuss/Everybody move to the back of the bus/Do you wanna bump and slump with us/ we the type of people

Make the club get crunk



Big Boi

Many a day has passed, the night has gone by/ But still I find the timeto put the bump off in your eye/Total chaos, for these playas, thoughtwe was absent/We talking another route to represent the Dungeon Family/

Like great day, me and my nigga decite to take the back way/ Westabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave/A-T-L, Georgia,

What do we do for ya/ Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas/

Boy you sounding silly, thank myBrougham ain´t sittin pretty/Doing

Doughnuts round your suckas like them circles around titties Damn

We the committee gone burn it down/ But us gone bust you in the

Mouth with the chorus now



HooK





André Benjamin

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game/To stimulate then activate

The left and right brain/ Said baby boy you´re only funky as your last cut/ Youfocus on the past your ass´ll be a has what/ That´s one to live by or either
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That one to die to/ I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure/

Andre, got to her station here´s my destination/ she got off the bus, theconversation lingered in my head for hours/ Took a shower kinda sour cause

My favorite group ain´t comin wit it/ But i´m witcha you cause you probable goin

Through it anyway/But anyhow when in doubt, went on out and bought it/

Cause I thought it would be jammin, but examine all the flawsky-wawsky/

Awfully, sad and it´s costly, but that´s all she wrote/ And I hope I never have

To float in that boat/ Up shit creek it´s weak is the last qote/ That I want to hear

When i´m goin down when all´s said and done/ And we got a new joe in town/

When the record player get to skippin and slowin down/All yawlcan say isthem niggas earned that crown, but until then.



HooK