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Life ain't what it seems |
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It aint no fucking dream |
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So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean |
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When I drink booze put a crown on my royal |
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Kottonmouth |
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Kings make a pipe out of foil |
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Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil |
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Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil |
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Damn Saint |
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Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya" |
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Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend |
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Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!" |
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I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend |
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Judicial system got me wishing |
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I was president |
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I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant |
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I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence |
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Shit, every other night |
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I'm getting hella bent |
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I roll my skate to relate to this society |
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No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too" |
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No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke" |
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I guess that's why they call me crazy |
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D-LocLife ain't what it seems |
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It ain't no fucking dream |
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So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean |
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When I grow buds |
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I put keefe on my soil |
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Put the green in the bing then |
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I make my water boil |
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Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil |
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Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil |
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Damn Loc-Dog |
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I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!" |
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Buds lookin' slim, |
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I need a Heineken, "A Heineken" |
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My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!" |
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Step back, |
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I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend? |
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Placentia |
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City got me witty on this way of life |
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I blast a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife |
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There's a zone in my dome called the twilight |
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I'm down for my krown each and every night |
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Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow |
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Make ya say damn bro |
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I got to go to a show |
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Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and |
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I ain't playing |
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But I'm Saint |
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Vicious and |
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Daddy X is paying |
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Life ain't what it seems |
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It ain't no fucking dream |
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So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean |
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Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal |
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Government lies yo they make my water boil |
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R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil |
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Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal |
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No money for a skate no change for the tax |
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Went surfin' with no keefe but forgot the sex wax |
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Have a purple friend to help me to relax |
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And one foot glass called the paramax |
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Now afternoon to you is my morning |
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I wake up hit the roach and then |
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I'm snoring |
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Outta bed around 3 take 7 |
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BT'sLike D |
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J Rob Harris kid |
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I'm soarin' |
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I pertains an ill congested vibe |
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Makes ladies strive for my bozak |
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Addicted like prozac |
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You know that |
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I track 'em like |
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LojakI'm slicker and quicker, |
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I'll stick ya like |
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KojakI'm alone up in this rhyme that |
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I've created |
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This rhyme that |
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I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space |
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Government controls so they hate it |
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Our life, it has been jaded and faded |
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We're getting erased |
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Life ain't what it seems |
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It ain't no fucking dream |
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So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean. |
