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One, two, Jurassic Crew What we bout to do, brothers have no clue Three, four, tear down the door And give the party people what they came here for, ahh One, two, Jurassic Crew What we bout to do, brothers have no clue Three, four, tear down the door And give the party people what they came here for [Akil] Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon I keep it working for certain, close curtains Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing That body rock moving, ghetto baby music We eat together with the inner city coolness