Dungeon Family - On & On & On Lyrics

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Well, it's the dip monk [Incomprehensible] execute parachute
[Incomprehensible] this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya [Incomprehensible] seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below they still sellin' it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella

Black crow nest don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
Another comin' for the Excaliber hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?

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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin' over
Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They tellin' lies to my fellow Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
The Dungeon Family steady jammin' as the beat goes
We more familiar that the dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street hoes

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint
With so much love why do we need hate?
'Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates
Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

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Even when a G be bustin', ice-cold crushin'
Ladies be touchin' and the club be rushin'
For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper

Slash actor and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a wood driver

With 'em on the court I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a diver
Rich like Pryor
Ain't no higher

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Witchdoctor come wit' it
I'm your words from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm workin' off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips 'cuz haterism is a trip

And I come out the blue like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get whipped
Georgia's biggest mess
My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast

Fielders of this stress
It was the music that took you
Put you in a pot and cooked you
If this was [Incomprehensible] I'd cook you

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It's so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
Southwest Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

I can't stand on purpose tellin' you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
We comin' up like escalators
And if you say you the best then we ten times greater

Candy-ass and seeds
Melt away like Now-and-Laters
Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser

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