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breaker 1/9 (beatnuts remix) - common lyrics

[intro: twilite tone]
warning, man
the cb’s, the cb’s, man, they’re here
we gotta, we gotta, ah, b-b-b-b-b-break it on down

[verse 1: common & (twilite tone)]
a weeby weeby wobble gobble gobble, ooh, the turkey
lord have mercy, mercy mercy me (uh!)
you see i’m tryin’ to get the punani
but you just wanna block me (bo!), ah-eh-eh, ah-eh-eh
you see i’m tryin’ to get the punani
but you just wanna block me (l!ck a shot), a come on, a come on
so get your rattle rattle thundercloud and broom broom broom
because i gotta gotta get some, el, bow, room
so i can bang-kok, better yet, knock italy
but raindrops keep fallin’ on my couch, try to sit with me
tamperin’ up my program, so i play another slow jam
it’s not an ancient chinese secret, you should know man
but you insist on stay and playin’ genesis
i gotta put an end to this, baldergash, eee haul -ss
and don’t come knockin’ my door, with the c-ckle-doodle-doo
i’m talkin’ the his and his and hers, three’s company too
so step to the step to the rear
and don’t come back now, hear?

[sampled chorus: erick sermon]
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)

[verse 2: common & (twilite tone)]
the cb’s, the cb’s, they’rrrrre here!
i’m checkin’ my mirror from the rear –
– locks are closer, than they appear
the time is near for you to drop your beer and get your nuts again
but ain’t no haps (uh-uh) your d-ck isn’t there
you’re thinkin’ that, “oops, i made a mistake”
you say, “f-ck nell carter, c’mon jimmy, give me a break”
you made a mistake on the first take
tryin’ to break a leg for take two
you shoulda ate your wheaties
and petey mighta made a breakthrough
you say to hope that things might bloom, so you -ssume position
wishin’ he would listen, so you start to kissin’
it’s alive, and up goes, and up goes you’re adrenaline
you aimed, you fired, there you go, limp again
so you take vitamins then play the role of friend and talk
try to tell her it’s her fault, but jack your bean wouldn’t stalk
baby bubba youse a goner, ahh, youse a goner
it’s f-cked up when your d-ck is playin’ tricks on ya
so you pop fizz, what a relief, beef, stroke it off, my man
got your thing in your hand, sayin’, “i i think i can!!”
d-mn this never happened before, yeah sure, that’s what they all say
uh-oh you better get maaco kid, ’cause old girl is salty
what was sweet to eat, has now dried up and rotted
it’s a pop if you pick up your glove and say, “yo, i got it!”
hopin’ you won’t drop, you thought you had it made like katie
what more could go wrong – you got the right one, baby!
uh-huh, let you tell it, everybody and their momma knows
that you came quick, quicker than a pizza, from domino’s

[sampled chorus: erick sermon]
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)

[verse 3: common & (twilite tone)]
walkin’ up and then down the strip
lookin’ for some hip so i can skip
i spotted this honeydip, and her friend tried to sell me a script
that they were in a rush to catch the bus, but that was b-o-gus
so i begin to bust as her friend looked in disgust
since old girl was with this, i told her friend to kiss this
enlist in physical fitness, use your brain and mind your business
dippin’ from a distance, in an instance i got the digits
and blew a kiss to her
(that old stank hoeeee) was mad i didn’t speak to her
i hooked up with the one that looked nice
took her mind, like an ice
’til her friends gave her advice to think, twice
before with me she slept, my rep was kinda ill
they told her to keep that booty still
i been through more hoes than the pill
still i overcame ’cause i got game like a athlete (uhh)
in less than a half week, she was ready to do the nasty
the drawers dropped, the top off, and as the boots was gettin’ knocked
i heard the door unlock, it was her pop, he was a cop
so i stopped dropped and rolled, so i wouldn’t inhale a sh-ll
broke like a fingernail, on my trail was the smell of tail
bailed back around the flat, to wash off the smell of cat
like a belt, everything was strapped
’til my homey asked, (“w-ssup wit dat?”)
the dat was like dis, see, i told him i got busy
this was the spy who dissed me ’cause he told her like a sissy
that was foul, i went through more blocks than a mile, now it’s a dead end
the little red corvette done locked the door and i can’t get in
no more no more no more and now i know and now i know
don’t mess around with cb’s, good buddy, ten-fo’ (ten-fo’)

[outro: common & (erick sermon sample)]
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
the 1/9, the 1/9, the cb, the break
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
the 1/9, the 1/9, the cb, the break
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
the 1/9, the 1/9, the cb, the break
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
break it down, break it up
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)
(“breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday”)

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