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[Intro: RZA] |
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Search inside my purse to buy something worthless |
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[Verse 1] |
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99 problems all gone in that one joint |
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And the neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint |
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I'mma bubble in the belly of the monster |
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With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda |
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Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera |
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And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run |
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The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out |
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Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit your gum out |
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Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger |
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I'm a manger born puppy holding flight like a hangar do |
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Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet |
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The label don't like me but they pay me a grip |
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And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists |
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My *****s busy play doughing, bet the baker came swinging like |
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What the ***** you saying? All that aiming and miss |
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I'mma ***** the freckles off your *****, ***** |
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[Hook: RZA] |
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I'll ***** the freckles off your face, ***** |
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We could do this *****t all night |
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I'll ***** the freckles off your face, ***** |
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[Verse 2] |
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You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly |
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I'm couch-drunk and ready to *****, count fetti and bucks |
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Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly |
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What's up? ***** *****, what's up? |
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I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush |
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Screaming "Saddle up!" like ***** is beef? Get your cattle cut, pansy |
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If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up? |
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The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor |
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Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us |
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Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a bachelor |
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I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in back of us |
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And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with |
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Stretching out the fifteen I had initially |
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Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep |
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[Hook] |
