Kunci: A minor
Verse 1
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Am
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[Verse
I'm the flyest MC the finest MC
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The nicest MC oh that's boring see,
Am
So why you think most hip- hop sounds
the same except for me?
Cryptic kick shit from the crypt
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Sadistic lick hits with wit I'm quick
Am
C
Am
Rip crickets in a wicket I'm plain wicked
Thick in the rig wearing kid lipstick
I wreck shit on the next shit
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Spit it in ya ear bit like a Q- Tip
Dm
C
Big silly bitch wickedy witch lickety split
Am
in a sitch no dick but talk
big carry a big stick
So I'm a girl, yeah I'm white
Dm
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And I write all night with a bare swingin light
Dm
C
On the computer alright a producer alright
I produced this song
Am
So you know who you are
you know you were wrong
No I was not in that porn
"On Golden Blonde"
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Am
Got it goin on more James
a ticket to Cannes
And I Love Ferris Bueller like
tchhickachickkaa
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[Whispered Hook Repeat
Verse 2
2x]
Please don't ask me who writes my lyrics
Dm
Am
I'll spit up in your face much faster
than you could hear it
Verse 3
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[Verse Two] Don't ask me who writes my
lyrics
Damn ya you're enamored
I'm a slam ya
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Hotter than your can down
in Alabama
a Kodak moment
you feel like Hammer
Son of Sam? I'm the daughter
of Sam
Slaughter a man on the microphone
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Pardon me ma'am was that part of a man
Am
C
or your son I just whipped on
Big quick shit New York- Stockholm
Kike and a Wop Wipin a cock
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Walkin the block drop ya jaw
C
Am
C
I get that a lot yeah stop take stock
Am
Shhh let me show you what I got
Made up my mind- like made it up I imagined it
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Dm
I don't got a mind I abandoned
Am
C
it in a cabinet
So I could be a candidate
for writin a few hits
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walkin a few pits and cashin in on that shit
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I put out my first tape in '94 if you got
one, I'll buy it
Dm
I don't got one no more it was called
Am
C
Mitch Better get my Bunny
Am
That shit was shitty but funny
I admit it was dumb but
I did it with no money
In 9- 5 my first CD called
but it didn't go Platinum it
C
And instead of waitin for someone
I started a label ran it 'til
the money was gone
Then came along, then was gone
Money money money,
don't try to make it with your songs
Dm
But like Salt 'n Pepa in El Segundo
Am
we push it along (Push it!)
And then Fat Beats wouldn't
take my last LP
Dm
C
So I got egg beaters threw em back at the
backpacks on 6th Ave. passin me
At the Bagel Buffet planted a
And when the records rained I sold
Dm
'em back for double to Fat Beats in LA
C
It's all OK 'cause when Fat Beats still
wouldn't distribute my record
Am
I renamed it- Pharaoh Monch featuring
Chubby Checker
Ha ha mic wrecker don't sleep,
Outro 1
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