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this one for the individuals that surround me everyday, |
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when i'm at home,smokin' bones in the coo-coo's-way. |
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day in and day out,it's the same old song, |
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inside of my livingroom, until we're dead and gone. |
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'who got weed?', |
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'if you come over bring something to eat!', |
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'who's rollin'the next one?', |
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'the uncle indeed!' |
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4-20 to the fullest and it ain't no stoppin'... |
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we drink beer,no christal's poppin'. |
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yo,it's on but the tv is out, |
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'ohhhhh....!' |
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'has anybody seen the fukkin'remote controle?' |
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'NO?' |
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'how can it be?everynight it's nowhere to find!' |
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'yo,you sit on that damn thing,muthafukka,are you blind??' |
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switch the damn thing on,what do we have here? |
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'nothing!' |
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'yo,who the fukk knokked over my beer??' |
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'it wasn't me!' |
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'yo'mama came over and did it!' |
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'ahh,fukk you!' |
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'ey yo, puff, puff-give, dikker!' |
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yeah,i'm with it... |
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hangin'in my house is a daily routine. |
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why don't you pay a little visit and find out what i mean? |
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six red eyes blinkin in the dark... |
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and you can smell our buddha-smoke even if you're in new york, |
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when it's on... |
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for years we keep doin this. |
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known for bein'not much more than just this. |
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BROMPTON CITY! |
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yo, baby that's the deal. |
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it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill! |
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BROMPTON CITY! |
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for years we keep doin'that. |
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known for bein'not much more than just glad. |
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BROMPTON CITY! |
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yo baby, that's the spot. |
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it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! |
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we're jokin'about each other and other muthafukkers around. |
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when it comes to KTS you hear us laughin' loud. |
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let ma introduce 'redhead','rottweiler' and 'zed'... |
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'alder, noch so'ne tude und ich muss ins bett!' |
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we laugh harder when we're surfin' though the world wide web. |
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guestbook-terror,when we 're fukkin' up the internet. |
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big up to 'fast-h' and the rest of them gringos |
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who don't understand our brompton-city-lingo! |
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'yo nas, why don't you light up another bone?', |
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'pikk up the phone!', |
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'yo,it's samira and she's all alone!', |
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'yo,gimme that!', |
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'yo,babygirl,what's up?' |
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'nothing, but i guess you three muthafukkers are high as fukk!' |
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that's right, becuz' we're living in a world of fog. |
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we make them dogs bark and my silly neighbours talk. |
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everynight we turn green like the incredible hulk. |
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'yo,that shit is bangin'!' |
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oh,my god! |
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hangin'on my couch is a daily routine. |
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why don't you pay a little visit and find out what i mean? |
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six eyes still red, cuz'we're high again, |
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and you can smell our buddha-smoke even i' youre in japan, |
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when it's on! |
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for years we keep doin this. |
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known for bein' not much more than just this. |
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BROMPTON CITY! |
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yo, baby that's the deal. |
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it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill! |
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BROMPTON CITY! |
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for years we keep doin'that. |
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known for bein'not much more than just glad. |
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BROMPTON CITY! |
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yo baby, that's the spot. |
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it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! |