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(feat. Pearl Jam) |
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Verse One: |
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It's time I came to get mine |
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Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine |
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Why do the pigs come |
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Bring your ass on |
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Cross the line so I can get the blast on |
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Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side |
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So don't even tempt me |
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Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with |
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the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel |
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Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute |
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to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now |
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Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl |
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Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw |
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the towel in |
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I'm not doing the ill thing |
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Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing |
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Verse Two: |
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GIve me a taser open the blazer and the black nine |
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by the waist line |
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Never know when someone will test ya |
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Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya |
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I'm the victim that became the attacker |
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Had my little friend waitin' for the car jacker |
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That I won't do anything for the looper |
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When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop |
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Click click bang bang |
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Cuz it ain't no thang when I hang with Stone |
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And I kick that funky slang |
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You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing |
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Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing |
