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Yuk, what, thug lord, regime |
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West coast, |
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Yukmouth, |
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Mac Mac, uh, check (Verse 1: C-Bo) |
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Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream |
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Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime |
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Thug Lord, wit the real hard core |
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Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war |
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Three of the downest nigga's you ever imagined and go platinum |
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Known to keep it crackin wheter it's packin or scrapin |
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Jackin a rapper, shit |
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I give it up if |
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I can smile |
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Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby |
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Then made it across the crossroads |
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Skated the boss mode |
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Now me, Mac and |
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Yuk escalatin in floss mode |
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Jaguar's, bad broad's, anything you ask for |
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Motorcycle's, and fast cars, |
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I ask the lord to forgive me |
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To keep me in this, |
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I'm livin is for my children |
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I can't eat without another million |
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I'm livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain |
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Them tears, that |
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I been holdin in for years, smile for me (Chorus:1x) |
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Smile, smile, oh smile |
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I only wanna see you smile |
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Smile, oh smile, oh yeah (Verse 2: CJ Mac) |
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How many words can make a average man sit and try |
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Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business |
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Tried crippin for life |
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Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight |
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Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed |
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All we know we havin dreams in mirror's |
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Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear |
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Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth |
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So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit |
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Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast |
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Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast |
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I'm slippin, dirty |
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I'm home, family won't hug me |
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But that's how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em |
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I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast |
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It's like the second when |
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I'm sayin by my hour glass, damn |
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Been at ?????, and livin buckwild |
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But i'll give it all up to pop a smile, |
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I wish that |
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I could smile (Chorus:1x) (Verse 3: Yukmouth) |
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Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord |
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Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm |
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Keepin a soldier safe in his war |
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I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour |
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Receivein my blessings, the lord |
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That's why |
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I quit stresstin no more |
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Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor |
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I'm still protected by the lord like never before |
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Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord |
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Praise his name for what you got |
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Cause what you got really ain't yours |
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It's the lords, and we his children |
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He want us all to pay for jewelry |
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Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings |
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If we can stop this stealin, |
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If we can stop the sinnin |
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If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin |
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And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness |
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And feel the spirtural healin, and god's by witness |
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So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard |
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I was buried in the graveyard, until |
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I praised god (Chorus until fade) |