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This Or That (Produced By J-Skub)Hey, hey, heyNow, you could be this or you could be that Now, you could rock a suit or a baseball cap Man, it ain't that hard (fuckin' dickheads) Nah, it ain't that hard (suck me, beautiful) Hey, now you could be this or you could be that Now, you could be that dude (oi) or you could be whack Man, it ain't that hard (oi, mate)(nah) Nah, it ain't that ha-a-a-a-ard Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey Take a look around, a look around, around Now, look what's going down (what) I'm so sincere right now I think I'll leave the joking for the clowns Comical shit [?] it's horrible shit Couldn't tell the difference between comical and wit Shit, these new Jacks bring the poker face back And we don't like jokers in the pack I flow like the plumbing burst They trying to hard to be unrehearsed You joking but forgot to be funny first (uuh) Call me a cunt 'cause I don't mince words (nah) Well you're a shit cunt and that's worse (ahaha) Ha, begone like a hair in the breeze And brother please don't compare 'em to me (no) If they could pull it off, I might care but see They ain't Hughesy, they [?] buddy Now, you could be this or you could be that Now, you could rock clown shoes and the juggling act (hey) Man, it ain't that hard (heh, pretty funny, moron) Nah, it ain't that hard (yeah good work, cheers) Hey, now you could be this or you could be that Now, you could be that dude or you could be whack Man, it ain't that hard (yep) Nah, it ain't that ha-a-a-a-ard (good on you mate. Good on you) Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey Every body down, get on the ground Now, the thugs run the house (uh-oh) Oh nah, it's just those other clowns, sweet Every one up, let the false alarm sound (wankers) Fuck 'em, no need to start ducking One or two dudes, man, they won't do nothing (nope) But give 'em [?] and a little bit of booze And the fuckwit status shines through (there it is) And I got the same problem wear the trackie pants or the fubu jeans Same deal wear the kappa jackets or fluoro tees ([?]) Psychopaths could be chilling out the back, relax But their little mate's looking for a scrap Now, you could be fair enough But you ain't tough vicariously for swinging on tough cunt's nuts If you're repping your style, it ain't adding up, punk You J-Wess not [?] Hey, hey, hey Now, you could be this or you could be that Now, you could box heads or be pussy as cats Man, it ain't that hard (you bench one sixty) Nah, it ain't that hard (get a life) Hey, now you could be this or you could be that Now, you could be that dude or you could be whack Man, it ain't that hard (fucking big muscles) Nah, it ain't that ha-a-a-a-ard (big muscles, tiny penis) Now, every body wanna be this (this) Or every body wanna be that (that) But where's the real people at? (huh?) So confused what's image what's fact It ain't what you got, it's all what you lack Now, every body wanna be this (this) Or every body wanna be that (that) But where's the real people at? (huh?) So confused what's image what's fact It ain't what you got, it's all what you lack Bring it back now Now, you could be this or you could be that How about being normal, perhaps? It ain't that hard (Mmm, [?]) It ain't that hard (Try ordinary on for size) Hey, now you could be this or you could be that Now, you could be that dude or you could be whack Man, it ain't that hard Nah, it ain't that ha-a-a-a-ard |