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(feat. Casual) [KURIOUS:] Woddy. Woody. uh huh! Ya don't stop! [Chorus:] [CASUAL:] What's the real, what's the real on the skills? [KURIOUS:] What's the real, what's the real, what's the real? [CASUAL:] As long as I remember I been rockin' shit since then when. you wasn't in I can get a trend, broken cause too many people pay atten-tion not extracting the proper com-pre-hen-sion when one of those flows who chose to kick I stomp the new school ruler is cooler than Bartles & James I make you think I make you blink cause you wouldn't dare stare when you pretend to contend Letras de cancioneswith the, men I put out my music to make fools get petrified here's somethin' I bet ya tried anylizing me taking notes of every little movement and action well, you're wiser, G cause other rappas aint doin' that so that makes you fresher than the rest of the weak, ones. [Chorus:] [KURIOUS:] Kurious Ginseng Wheat Germ break the butra beth then I jet like Eastern jaws in description conniption ya suffer uh, never was a booty buffer hit it from the back, though specially when the face look wack you don't believe me the man with the yellow hat'll tell ya first I'll smell ya if the whiff is fishy reply is kinda iffy if, ands, or buts I'm sure to tear the guts I'm trippin' on a Tab so I'm clumsy like a clutz struts is smooth sorta like a pimp ya call me King Jorge cause I'm swift with the ink which is drippin', off the point of a felt tip pen, I'm flippin' and I might leave a speed, not I need not the words of a sucka I play the rice & beans & I'm out muthaffff... [Chorus] [CASUAL:] Oh yeah! here I go again to win I got the ill phat shit so watch me kill that shit I kick styles, to tease MCs you know me I'll whip that ass so bad you'll change your rhyme name to To-by gimme ya new shit to jock cause Casual had past you all and I don't stop cause I'm the phattest at this to every bitch you clown here's a big fat, dissss... [KURIOUS:] So baby, baby, baby! (Ow, wow, ow), I wanna, get me off, ya got to blow me, got to blow me dumb motherphukk ya don't know me from shit so get familiar illa, I be the monkey, constipated gorilla, what's the real? unga-bunga! I've brung the rhymes sip wines on the Tundra thunder because the lines equipped no time to slip, cause I'm grippin' the concrete street and black & red Scottie Pippens whth the funk in ya back trunk let the spot get loose Kurious, Hieroglyphics we hangin' like a noose... [Chorus] From Letras Mania