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    [Kool Keith:]
    Koooooooooool Keith [echoes]
    Ced Gee [echoes]
    Are y'all still doin that same stuff?

    I be that picky wicky, bars spit the licky licky
    Grab the crowd, your girl think I'm Pretty Ricky
    She show me the titties, they small and they itty bitty
    Roam the city, walk around like I'm P. Diddy
    Cap the glitty, hit the buttcrack with a fifty
    Pick up the hush, drop it down when I bust
    I know it's us, I stomp and I Cold Crush, the gold rush
    The weed go out, they lean, blow dust
    With no fuss, bust
    Reachin and growin, peachfuzz
    Your chicks fuss and fight
    You grab pens and bite
    I might give you some hype I like, like like
    THAT'S NOT RIGHT!!~! Super son
    Freaks say I sound like A-KONNNNN
    They give me they drawers from Avon

    [Chorus:]
    Power floss, pop bottles
    Uptown the boss - bottles
    Power floss, pop bottles
    Uptown the boss - pop bottles
    Power floss, bottles
    Uptown the boss - pop bottles
    Power floss, bottles
    Uptown the boss - bottles
    Power floss, pop bottles

    [Kool Keith: singing]
    Girl tonight, nobody's drinking Dom and Crisssst'
    We dismissss
    Y'all don't know about that crugs glugs
    Dismiss nil, get your cupssss, get your cupsssss
    Get your cupssss, get your cupssssssss...
    (Yo Ced, give 'em a cup!)
    [Ced:] Aight

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    [Chorus]

    [Ced Gee: over Chorus]
    Yeah, that's how we doin it
    Uhh
    Yeah, here we go
    Yeah

    I flip the beat, rocks the beat, hypes the beat
    Wait a minute, stop the beat
    A lot of cats talk, can't stay with me, can't flow with me
    The cat who gave you Crist' with poetry
    You knowin me, yes I'm true indeed, I'm up to speed
    Like Keith told you cats, it's the melody
    It's a part of me, I want you to see
    So ma won't you just stayyyyyyyyyy
    I'm not Jodeci, I can't sing for thee
    But I got 16 for your ass, pure braggin D
    So check the track, check the stores
    Check the box, check the Pod, oh my God
    Wooooo~! This track's retard, simply hard
    We pullin everybody's card, don't disregard
    Course we up to par, like Tiger Woods
    But we drivin better cars

    [Chorus]

    [Kool Keith:]
    Pop bottles
    Bottles
    Pop bottles
    Pop bottles
    Bottles
    Pop bottles
    Bottles
    Bottles
    Pop bottles

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