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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Hey, it's the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about |
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Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout |
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Bonin' bitches on a regular, word up, my game is lethal |
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That's my word, I'm tellin' ya |
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Livin' foul like a motherfucka, that's the way it's been |
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Ever since I was a shorty, sucker |
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So don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest |
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And leave you in a fuckin' mess |
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Niggas know my style they be playin', if I have to catch a body |
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I will, know what I'm sayin'? |
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Niggas from Corona don't be havin' it, you put your face in my grill |
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I'll be stabbin' it |
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You fuck around and catch a bad one, I'll kill you like a 6pack |
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And put you in a bag, son |
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And I still ain't frontin', fully loaded keg shells |
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Ready to go huntin' |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Many MC's that defeated me, please wave your arm |
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I come equipped with shit that's fucken wicked, damn |
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Niggers can't fuck with the program |
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I take a stand and look down the clip |
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I take a swig and then spark up the spliff |
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(Boom) |
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Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk |
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John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk |
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I told you once and I won't tell you twice, I smoke the blunts |
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And we won't pay the price |
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For pussy or any fuckin' mass , plus I'm raw dogstyle |
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In your girls ass, ho, ooh, I think I just came |
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Stud's break didn't work, I guess it's all in your brain |
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Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this |
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Punk, you can't come near it, so fear it |
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Or you'll go out like the priest |
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Don't you know that I'm the wicked nigga |
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From the East coast |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm |
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(A third of the trio in the house) |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Ya don't stop, you keep on |
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Many MC's have disappeared, please wave your arm |
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Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks |
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Oh shit', I'm hittin' niggas sick with my tricks |
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So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go |
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On with the flow, better act like you know, hey |
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But I won't take no prisoners, got shit for his-n'-hers |
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Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball |
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'Cause we don't play, blast brains with the smoker |
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Get fucked up when we toke with the joker |
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And, never let me see you cryin' heads start to fly |
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And it's time for their dyin' |
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And I'ma get real deep, fall into a sleep |
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Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin' sheep |
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And come on, step on up and meet my Tek |
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Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin' neck |
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'Cause I'ma let off and bust a shot in your eye |
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Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly |
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Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, ho |
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Where the fuck is my liquor? |
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You bitch |
