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<pre><font size='+2'>GOT IT BAD Y ALL lyrics KING TEE</font><br>Intro:<br />
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Ladies and gentleman, that nigga King Tee and the al-cum-a-holiks<br />
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Verse One: J-Ro<br />
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Pooh-butts play the rear cause I`m makin yapes<br />
The rhymes ain`t no thicker than a, skittle grapes<br />
A lot of girls would like to thank me, for the hanky-panky<br />
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me<br />
It took a long time for the people, to hear my rhymes<br />
Seems like I been rappin since my birth in `69<br />
Sorry to keep you waitin, I run rhymes like Walter Payton<br />
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton<br />
But I won`t knock off, because I just rock off<br />
the beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off<br />
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy<br />
And to all my brothers I say peace quit actin rowdy<br />
Wack MCs in ninety-two, ew you need to take a rest<br />
the public don`t you aim the best you`re softer than a hookers chest<br />
raps, I make em, snaps, I make em<br />
For duties movin booties cause I shake shake shake em<br />
And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes<br />
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes<br />
I drink Olde English, St. Ide`s and Mickeys<br />
When it`s time to roll I throw on my black dickeys<br />
On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett<br />
I get the place jumpin like a cricket when I kick shit<br />
I`m from the West coast but don`t sleep home-stimpy<br />
Even if I was a paperboy you still couldn`t rip me<br />
I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks<br />
I`m all in the mix like snares, and kicks<br />
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles<br />
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles<br />
<br />
(Where you goin` to?)        To the tip<br />
(And what cha bout to do?)   Bout to rip<br />
Some people use the word funky too loosely<br />
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce<br><br><a href='http://www.lyricsbay.com' target='_blank'>LyricsBay</a> | <a href="http://www.lyricsbay.com/got_it_bad_y_all_lyrics-king_tee.html" target='_blank'>GOT IT BAD Y ALL lyrics KING TEE</a></pre>

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Intro:

Ladies and gentleman, that nigga King Tee and the al-cum-a-holiks

Verse One: J-Ro

Pooh-butts play the rear cause I`m makin yapes
The rhymes ain`t no thicker than a, skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me, for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me
It took a long time for the people, to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin since my birth in `69
Sorry to keep you waitin, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton
But I won`t knock off, because I just rock off
the beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace quit actin rowdy
Wack MCs in ninety-two, ew you need to take a rest
the public don`t you aim the best you`re softer than a hookers chest
raps, I make em, snaps, I make em
For duties movin booties cause I shake shake shake em
And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink Olde English, St. Ide`s and Mickeys
When it`s time to roll I throw on my black dickeys
On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett
I get the place jumpin like a cricket when I kick shit
I`m from the West coast but don`t sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy you still couldn`t rip me
I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I`m all in the mix like snares, and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles

(Where you goin` to?) To the tip
(And what cha bout to do?) Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce

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