PMD - Back to the rap

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(featuring Das EFX)
PMD]
So let s get it on - like Marvin Gaye; hey
is that that nigga, from You a Customer? You re fuckin A
is for apple, J s for jack black
B is for bozack, and N is for the nutsac
(What s J for?) The J s for juggle these, please
PMD bust rhymes like niggaz bust seeds
with zero, that s not the channel I be watchin
Niggaz clockin, no time for stoppin so I keep rockin
Big up to the hip-hop, be-bop heads bop
Non-stop up the block systems knock
Girlies jock I m locked in funk mode
Peace to my pops; cause it s
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Scandalous; Swiss Miss still funkin shit
Uhh - slow down baby, can t handle it
The way you re movin your thang, you got it goin on
Time to pop the Sean Dom
Take a swig of it - yeah drink it like a forty-oh
No champagne glasses, that s out the window
Push up and get my swerve on, take me there baby
Aww shit, PMD s gone
(Where you goin P?) Deeper and deeper
My mind s gettin stronger, she got me in the sleeper
Almost there, relax, just like I figured
Strapped down, still on the lookout for the gold digger
Blazin figure, sexin like Holly
Hoes blunts and puff the ganja like Bob Marley
She s hardcore, ride it like an outlaw
Workin it, pullin with the lockjaw
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
I m in the war zone - far away from home, no microphone
Just biters and tombstones on the real holmes
It s do or die, no fly guy, don t ask why
Rap is outta control, don t bungee jump or hangglide
Time to slip (slide) so save the lie
Hit Squad won t die, them niggaz multiply
On the scene blowin up, sho nuff
Wild haircut, what? Don t give a fuck
This is me, peace to EPMD
Took a break in nine-three now I m back see
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
Back to the rapper makin hands clap
(Respect hip-hop and the fans black)
HAhhhh!

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