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[Verse 1] |
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Heard *****s out here dissin', heard *****s without a vision |
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You know you need permission, you know you need assistance |
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You're lucky I don't listen to *******in' or you'd be missing |
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If you knew what I was fixing, our asses you'd be kissing |
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You know I keep a pistol, so you know to keep your distance |
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Passionate persistence, I'm not asking, I'm insisting |
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I'm sma*******ng the resistance, I'm agible to the mystics |
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And magic with the biscuits, it's tragical to ballistics |
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And so animalistic, if I ask 'em then they'll risk it |
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My name's Nacho Picasso and I'm quick to steal your hancho |
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Savage like I'm Macho, there's a ******* inside my Bronco |
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My *****s wearing poncho's, there's a ***** inside their nostrils |
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Roscoe's Chick Waffles torturin' while watching Hostel |
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The apostles be in brothels bonin' ******* like they fossils |
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Took some assholes be in castles and we look like Eddie Haskell |
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We look like Little Rascals and we don't put up with hassle |
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[Hook] |
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Luca Brasi, my poppa's paid killer |
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Pop your ******* while I pop this painkiller |
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Luca Brasi, my poppa's paid killer |
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Pop your ******* while I pop this painkiller |
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Luca Brasi, my poppa's paid killer |
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Pop your ******* while I pop this painkiller |
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Luca Brasi, my poppa's paid killer |
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Pop your ******* while I pop this painkiller |
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[Verse 2] |
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Sold and I be doin' it, hip hop's debut ruined it |
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They say the game's a *******, then how the ***** is you in it |
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You ain't had no ******* since you grew in it, you new in it |
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Boy we out here doing it, like Mario, we shrooming it |
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You should call your sister, she probably out here slewing it |
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You'd think I was a drifter the way I'm out here movin' it |
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I ain't talkin' bird *******t, but go and get your poopy head |
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I'm just tryin' to lace you, now go and get your doobie dipped |
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I'm just tryin' to warn you that hoes be on some su******* *******t |
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That fishy *******t, that ruthless *******t, hoes in your Suzuki quick |
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They don't let me pour no drinks, prolly think I roofie it |
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******* I'm fly as Rufio so you can go you bougie ho |
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Go and kiss my bootyhole, I'm going to the studio |
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Someone call up Julio and tell him bring some nudey hoes |
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Some pink toes that think slow but don't know how to drink slow |
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Bring blow, some mean hoes cause boy we got these gringo's |
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[Hook] |
