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[Verse 1] |
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Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey |
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I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal |
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And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar |
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The next time that I see ya bro |
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Bet yo ass still won't be tight |
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The size of my ******** ********, every ******** tight |
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I write all night til the sun comes up |
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Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts |
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Cobra clutch the game, put that ******** into submission |
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Yo ******** want the stick ********ft, no transmission |
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Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition |
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On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin |
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Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my ******** in |
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Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin |
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Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin' |
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Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken |
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Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring |
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Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons |
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******** my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese |
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Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete |
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The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy |
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Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly |
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Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle |
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Detroit ********, but I'm smokin' on LA |
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[Hook] |
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And is anybody nervous? |
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I'm red to go |
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I said is anybody worried? |
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I'm red to go |
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Is anybody scared? |
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I'm red to go |
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Well I used to be afraid |
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I'm red to go |
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[Danny Brown] |
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Tired of where I came from but know where I'm goin' |
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Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion |
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Aroma on the ?? scary then mcnary |
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Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries |
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*******s from model twins |
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Doin' drugs with acronyms |
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So many lines thought this ********t was bush garden |
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Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka |
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Hotel room like a hair metal concert |
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This blonde made the ******** do the spring on ?? |
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You disrespect I hit you with the ? of a tonka |
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Remember ******** used to eat ********t that didn't match |
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Like cornbeef hash and some *******' Apple Jacks |
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Used to bag up the packs at ? every night |
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Bologna all night, with no peanut butter, couldn't waste it on the mic |
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So I waste every night, everything came with rice |
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And I knew I wouldn't write |
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So I got my ass up, ******** dependin' on luck |
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Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks |
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Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low |
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Now my self esteem is astral |
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Lookin' at this cash flow |
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Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho |
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I'm bout to pimp the rap game |
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******** I'm red to go |
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[Hook] |
