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DJ Quik Why you keep givin me cards |
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I can't keep? |
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I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so cheap |
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I couldn't get the winning hand that |
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I wanted in my sleep |
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Cause when the dream get good, |
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I get trampled by sheep |
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Nightmares, even when |
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I'm walkin in day |
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I'm havin dreams that |
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I'm runnin but there's smoke in the way |
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And there's this man in a suit, he take a toke and he say, "You have a promise that you made and you broke it today." |
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Now which part of this movie here did |
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I just miss? |
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Did I really sell my soul to this big red bitch? |
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I don't think what you got to offer is really enough |
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For cars sex and houses, money and stuff |
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I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of mind and a |
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Benz, and a house, and a nine-deuce-nine on top, help me out before |
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I sink the boat |
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There's gotta be more than 50 ways to keep afloat |
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Cause I feel like |
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I'm suffocatin, |
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I can't breathe |
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I wanna go, but |
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I'm too afraid to leave |
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Take me with you |
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Mausie, I know you're seein somethin grand as you fade away, and you gently release my hand |
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And it shook my balance, cause you ain't no more alive |
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You think |
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I'd see you, if |
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I chewed this 45? |
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Oh I'd be the first person poppin three, droppin me to the abyss, but |
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I miss, what's stoppin me? |
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I got the pressures of the |
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WORLD on my little back |
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My nerves are turnin into jelly and |
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I'm bout to crack |
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You think |
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I'm cheatin on my homies, by holdin back? |
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No I really protect them all because the truth is wack |
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Forever bars and forever scars |
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Bein trapped and dyin young makes forever stars |
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Tell me why am |
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I so hesitant? |
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And the way life's goin, looks like when hell comes, |
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I'ma be a resident |
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Chorus 2X: |
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Wanya Morris |
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La, la la-la - la, la la-la |
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La, la la-la - la, la la-la |
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DJ Quik They tell me |
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Quik, suck it up, |
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I'm supposed to |
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But me and |
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Mausberg was closer than most knew |
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It ain't dramatized, and it ain't a fuckin act when you're traumatized, and it ain't no turnin back |
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When you're so connected, and it's hard to keep your focus |
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When you're so affected, and it's hard to love again |
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When you're so neglected - suck it up, |
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I'm 'posed to |
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That ain't easy for somebody you're close to, shit |
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See your homey in a coffin is so wicked and vivid |
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It's gon' be harder on all of us, cause we gon' relive it |
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Over and over, drunk or sober, from |
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October to |
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October I steadily feel like |
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I'm gettin knocked over |
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And all the money in the world, don't make it better |
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And a whole bottle of alcohol, don't make it wetter |
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With a blur and a slur |
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I'm still callin ya name |
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And on top of this drama you add fame? |
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Wild But when you start to bubble then your friends they spite you |
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And if you go to church, then hip-hop won't like you |
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I feel like a giant on a worldwide stage but at the same time trapped in a real tight cage |
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With no way out, |
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I play out, then |
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I come back |
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Cause there's an unwritten law that says |
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I can't be wack |
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So I put on my game face, go back to the same place |
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Only to realize that y'all ain't got the same taste |
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Even with somethin new, they look at you cold |
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And without a hot face, consider you old |
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And leavin me stressed and broken-hearted |
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How could |
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I be finished with |
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West coast rap? |
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I helped start it! [Chorus] |
