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Correct Beastie Boy! Lyrics
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[Intro] That's wassup To the Suspects Cliq, yeah that's wassup To my nigga J. Good, yeah that's wassup To my man Deceased, yeah that's wassup To my man Levi, yeah that's wassup To my nigga J. Lowell, yeah that's wassup To my nigga Telepath, yeah that's wassup It's the Suspects Cliq, that's wassup Wassup [Verse 1] Aye yo Creep through the night on vogues, I ride low My eyes low, pelican briefs, the fly clothes Since '94, I been shittin' divine gold Cut off levies because a nigga got flow Ayo, niggas they hate hard cause I run shit Mustard, sour had a nigga on some fuck shit Fuck this, you don't wanna see a full gun clip Got my gun powder and my musket, fuck it Buck shots, hit him in his nuts and his guts shit If I don't win the battle then war gone get ugly as ugly You don't got no wins in me casa So you don't wanna set trip, fall into a dungeon Plunge in concrete, shoes on some sunk shit This is hooliganarian style meets drunken, monk Meets funk with any nigga who ask Play a game of Russian Roulette then have my blast [Bridge] To my big bro Chino, that's wassup My man DJ John, that's wassup My nigga DJ Danny, that's wassup My nigga Has Solo, that's wassup Van Dope, that's wassup To my nigga Snaggle Tooth, that's wassup To my nigga Sas Finda, that's wassup It's the Suspects Cliq nigga that's wassup [Verse 2] I come through wild'n in the night time Hoes thought I was stylin' Wettin' niggas on all four sides like an island Even police found his demise was surprising I'm way to wavy they couldn't fuck with high tideage Khaks (khakis) be soft as high cotton Quit acting like he's Rowdy Rod Piper when he entering the cypher All 36 Seals up the cold I decipher Women come around me, need diapers Niggas talk about catch a molly wop, strikin' from his Nike's Pain full of basses, that flash like lightning Came in this game, no name, just a microphone Writing with the skills weak niggas say they like to own Niggas spitting crooked, leave the mic alone Before we have to find a way tell yo baby mama why your life is gone 4,000 degrees underneath the microscope Niggas couldn't see me through kaleidoscopes I am dope!
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