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Ridin round town, got a pocket full of dough |
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Where I'll wind up, even |
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God don't know |
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I take it just as fast and as far as it'll go |
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Ridin round town, got a pocket full of dough |
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Where I'll wind up, even |
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God don't know |
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Aiyyo it's hard knock livin doin hard luck time |
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Tryin to make a dime still my only crime |
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A man died tryin to circumcise my shine |
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Buck your gun kiddo, and |
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I'll buck mine! |
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Cash walk the line, police are the swine |
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But knowledge is refined by the wise and divine |
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And I can break it down for the dumb and the blind |
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Unnatural acts, to actual facts |
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Like cats that move packs don't never pay tax |
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You ain't lie, boy you need to relax |
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You leave a five like a junkie leaves tracks |
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A habit needs a home like a monkey needs backs [Chorus 2:] |
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Pistol in my lap, got the pedal to the flo' |
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The whiskey in the flask and a head full of blow |
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You got heaven up above, got hell down below |
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Pistol in my lap, got the pedal to the flo' |
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Where I'll wind up, even |
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God don't know |
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I need a hard-headed woman for a cold-hearted man |
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Never seen it comin, that's just part of the plan |
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Work the hidden hand, walk forbidden land |
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Do the best |
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I can once shit hits the fan |
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An hour's worth of sand, supply and demand |
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Get high as you can, the power of a grand |
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Two in the bush is worth one in the hand |
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Could cower in the van, or burst into battle |
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Back in the saddle, the kid don't rattle |
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Don't play me, up the creek with no paddle |
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We don't snitch while you bitches just tattle |
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Poppin off at the lip gets you tipped like cattle [Chorus 3:] |
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Eyes full of hate, got a heart full of love |
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And you're the only woman that |
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I ever dreamed of |
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I get high as |
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I can fly then |
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I cry like a dove |
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Eyes full of hate, got a heart full of love |
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And you're the only woman that |
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I ever dreamed of [Chorus 1] |
