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Sick and tired, the way they walk |
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Sick and tired, the way they talk |
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Sick and tired, the things they say |
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Sick and tired, where's my |
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J?Sick and tired, same old song |
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Sick and tired, where's my bong? |
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Sick and tired, anarchy! |
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Spies, they're all around me |
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Spies, in every county |
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Spies, my head's their bounty |
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Snipers in the air.. |
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Neighborhood watch is after us |
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The neighborhood watch don't like |
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Richter's bus |
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The neighborhood watch is what they say |
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But when I see them walkin' towards me, |
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I light another... |
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Generation |
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X is the title they use |
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When I'm skatin' down |
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MacKenzie |
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AvenueEverybody that |
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I see, lookin' at me like a vandal |
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Maybe cause |
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I'm wheelin' in some |
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Dickies and some sandals |
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Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood |
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The old folks always sayin' that we ain't no good |
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Talkin to my pops about my music |
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Sayin' we should keep it down and not abuse it |
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Man, I don't sweat those old ass bastards |
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I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered |
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They work on they lawns, they seem so bored |
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I think their ass should reside in the county morgue |
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They're postin' up signs, man |
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I think they should chill |
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Talkin' if |
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I don't call the cops then my neighbor will |
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Because from city to city it's all the same |
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The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang |
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Sick and tired, the way they walk |
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Sick and tired, the way they talk |
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Sick and tired, the things they say |
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Sick and tired, |
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Where's my |
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J?Sick and tired, same old song |
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Sick and tired, where's my bong? |
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Sick and tired, anarchy! |
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Spies, they're all around me |
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Spies, in every county |
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Spies, my head's their bounty |
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Snipers in the air... |
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The neighborhood watch is after us |
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The neighborhood watch don't like |
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Richter's bus |
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The neighborhood watch is what they say, |
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But when I think they're walkin' towards me, |
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I light another... |
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Every night when the street lights come on |
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We usually gather round, take rips from the bong |
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This John |
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Wayne Country, republican block |
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A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops |
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Cook and clean, the life of slave |
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Take Kottonmouth's advice and call |
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Jenny Craig |
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They started mind control, when we were in school |
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Wanna see us livin' life under the golden rule |
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Peepin' out the windows, folks always look in |
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Minding my business when they should be cooking |
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Bored is how their life must be |
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Wait till there's a real crime on our street |
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That's when, you'll go off run and hide |
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Leaving Kottonmouth behind protectin' neighborhood pride |
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When the criminals are lying dead in the streets |
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Kottonmouth's returning all the stolen |
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TVsYeah but that's all right, it's all good |
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Now you know who's watchin' this neighborhood |
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Because from city to city it's all the same |
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The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang |
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Sick and tired, the way they walk |
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Sick and tired, the way they talk |
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Sick and tired, the things they say |
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Sick and tired, where's my |
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J?Sick and tired, same old song |
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Sick and tired, where's my bong? |
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Sick and tired, anarchy! |
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Spies, they're all around me |
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Spies, in every county |
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Spies, my head's their bounty |
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Snipers in the air... |
