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Kids, don't get high |
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Mothafuckas had me up in this mothafucka, last night and shit |
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I'm cocained the fuck up |
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Paranoid as a motha.. yo I'm paranoid as a fucka |
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Yeah, fuck that.. yo I fuck around and shit |
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I sprained both of my fuckin' fingers |
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This shit.. man a nigga need to get.. I'm tired of gettin' high like that |
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Ain't nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs |
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Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me |
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Nigga, that shits all in my family, nigga |
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Stop fuckin' wit me, the fuck is you talkin' bout? |
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On the strength, what the fuck is you talkin' bout? |
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We've been here too many years to stop fuckin' wit me |
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Nigga I'm scared of the trigga |
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While I'm the life giver and the life taker |
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I'm your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law |
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Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw |
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You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me |
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You paid for your stupidity |
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You can't do nothin' to me! I let your fuckin' eagle fly free |
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Nigga, I'm pioneerin' all the sound ya hearin' |
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Earth from steerin', high mountaineerin' |
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I sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly |
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Keep the sky clearly |
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I'm straight from the seventies |
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Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearance |
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Give me clearance, I don't want no fuckin' interference! |
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I'm the Big Black Jesus! |
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Throw ya hands in the air! And wave 'em, fuckin' Wu don't care! |
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And if ya +'Bout It, 'Bout It+ |
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Like we're +'Bout It, 'Bout It+, let me hear ya say, "Oh yeah!" |
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Oh yeah! Well, oh yeah! |
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I smoke woolers too, I majored the dust |
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Uh, it's legal for me |
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I drink everything, I don't give a fuck |
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It's part of the universe |
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Hey, what else I do? I do what I do |
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Man, fuck that! I stays high! |
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I don't give a fuck! |
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[Trigg'nomm] |
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Yo yo yo I don't stop at the booze, no not, can't drop the tool |
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So no to C.Rules and go to these schools |
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Now who thinkin' elementary, class |
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I be see no to ecstacy and hash |
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Headed to the penitentiary one way |
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Blackin' out sippin', dust plus gun play |
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Knucklehead nigga in a stolen Hyundai |
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Sip this two, a one-to-three on Monday |
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If I'd have stayed in school and said no to drugs |
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I'd probably just be what my moms thought I was |
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I probably wouldn't be here pleadin' with the judge |
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And bitchin', it's silly, hope the God forgive it |
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard] |
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(Yeah) Kids, don't use drugs! (What what what what? M.M.O!) |
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Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! |
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Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! |
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Drug Free! Drug Free! |
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[beat cuts off] |
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Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun |
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Dunh, do-do-do-duh-duh-duh |
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Dun-dun-dun |
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Maybe I was a fool, dun-do-na-na-na |
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When you say gettin' high wasn't cool, do-na-na-na |
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When I got used to this stuff, dun-duh-na-na-na |
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[snorting] Wasn't enough.. |
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[beat comes back in] |
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Drug Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! |
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[Itchy-Fingas Sha] |
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Eh-yo, we worldwide, Drug Free but we all hide |
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Pumpin' adrenaline through all sides |
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Most guys need coke to cope, the only smoke I choke |
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is when I burn niggas verse for verse |
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My drug caper, stoppin' ya heart just like a pacemaker |
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We hold weight so we cross trainers |
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And headbangers with these black Rangers |
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Feds tryin' to contain us |
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Cuz we live dangerous, drug paraphanelias |
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My life changes, switch up frames in different angles |
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Crack'll leave ya dead or with shackles on ya ankles |
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Loves and thank yous, but it's a privelage for me |
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Givin' 'em Drug Free style, M.M.O., O.D.B. |
