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I met shorty at the mall |
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Her bra holdin' two D-cups of jello |
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My socks yellow from leaky, hello |
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What a bag would do to you |
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When the doobiest move me to a piece of property |
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Forget what I just put the groupie through |
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Got her spinnin' to the angel, dizzy to diesel |
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Roll up the PCP-lease, I'm busy with evil |
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My hand on the tit, I'm commandin' her clit |
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Disband of this shit, nobody knows but it's expandin' the chips |
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Chicks wanna touch, I might go shoot up the fruits in her |
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Dip in my mouth lookin' like I'm recruited by Lucifer |
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Ain't like what I roll up is anti-religious |
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But it's like I copped in Chinatown, I would slant eyes the bitches |
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This is for my weather people, them clever people |
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Haters should speak against 'cause they were never equals |
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Drug-fiends, I was happy to beat you |
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What you tell the ex hoes? "I'm sorry I ain't treat you" |
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Learned myself 'cause nobody said, "Let me teach you" |
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This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through |
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This is for my weather people, them clever people |
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Haters should speak against 'cause they were never equals |
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Dust-fiends, I was happy to beat you |
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What you tell the ex ho? "I'm sorry I ain't eat you" |
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Learned myself 'cause nobody said, "Let me teach you" |
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We follow the same road but we know where it leads to |
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Chrome 380 drive me crazy 'cause it's fun to clap |
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My tit rader, callin' out more hoes than Thundercats |
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In that burberry like a yuppie lumberjack |
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But you don't see the pattern till I take the coat off blunderblack |
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Rolled up, ready for brain acupuncture |
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Then I took the hoodie off the clit and didn't much her |
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Welcome to the strangest of days, there's dangerous ways |
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You find death, I found it in the angelin' haze |
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Johnny Mnemonic with the Bubonic in the leather goose |
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Fuck the North Face, it's what I got underneath that's weatherproof |
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And when it jump out to speak, it'll greet you with a flash of light |
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Then leave you in a box 'cause the worms need you |
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This is for my weather people, them clever people |
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Haters should speak against 'cause they were never equals |
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Drug-fiends, I was happy to beat you |
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What you tell the ex hoes? "I'm sorry I ain't treat you" |
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Learned myself 'cause nobody said, "Let me teach you" |
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This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through |
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This is for my weather people, them clever people |
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Haters should speak against 'cause they were never equals |
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Dust-fiends, I was happy to beat you |
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What you tell the ex ho? "I'm sorry I ain't eat you" |
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Learned myself 'cause nobody said, "Let me teach you" |
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We follow the same road but we know where it leads to |
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Come and see Hell's house, whatever bleeds yells out |
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And the first two letters of my click is W E spelled out |
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The locals hate me, 'cause the locals love me |
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Every piece of shit emcee with a dream from here can't touch me |
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"Fuck me!", that's what they hoes yell out, lovin' the penis |
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Tight like the rims in the street with the rubber between us |
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Every time I wipe my ass or get cloudy |
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Ten local rappers wanna write a song about me |
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In and out of the hash like I'm in and out of the blue mesk |
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In and out of my mind like I'm in and out of the US |
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Drip sweat to NY, dip wet then get high |
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And thank G O D, Al-Qaida wasn't in the sky |
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This is for my weather people, them clever people |
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Haters should speak against 'cause they were never equals |
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Drug-fiends, I was happy to beat you |
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What you tell the ex hoes? "I'm sorry I ain't treat you" |
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Learned myself 'cause nobody said, "Let me teach you" |
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This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through |
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This is for my weather people, them clever people |
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Haters should speak against 'cause they were never equals |
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Dust-fiends, I was happy to beat you |
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What you tell the ex ho? "I'm sorry I ain't eat you" |
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Learned myself 'cause nobody said, "Let me teach you" |
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We follow the same road but we know where it leads to |
