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[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] |
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Born and raised in California the city of the stoner |
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Pu************n' a whip up on a ************ and when I hop in I be on her |
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And they blow my phone up, never really did when I was a bum |
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Now I become hot as Arizona |
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Post up in a bucket all night saying "************ it!" cause I really got nowhere to go, and I was broke and homeless |
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That's way too many, you see, I was penny pinching |
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I could not afford to pull up in a Honda Accord with the chrome ones |
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Mixin' the **** in with the wicked and the alcohol |
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************ it, you could spend it homie, we about to ball |
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Sick of all these rappers that be actin' like they rapping tight |
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But really half them people wasn't saying ************t at all |
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Go ahead ************a, talk about your ice |
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You in Lamborghinis, we don't even got a ride |
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Sick of the ones that always talk a lot about the ************t they got |
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When other ************s come around they often run and hide |
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You can probably find me somewhere in the alley gettin' high |
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Drinkin' all my life away as time passes by |
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I could'a been in medicine |
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I could'a been a president |
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I wanna ask the Lord but ************t why ask why |
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Four racks in my pocket from the Mayweather fight |
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I made a grip, I bet nobody smacking a homie |
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Bought a Honda, ****, a gang of swisha sweets |
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Some new Chuck Tee's, a couple T's, and a slice of Bologna |
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God Damn! Never really couldn't manage myself |
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They say I'm schizophrenic, man, I really need help |
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I told you it's the voices that be talking to me, giving me subliminals |
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That's how you make your faces all melt |
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Little ************ wanna trip, I will unbuckle my belt |
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And get to wooping on 'em in front of his girl, I'm a devil |
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Rippin' ************ into pieces, now the ************ pray to Jesus |
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Really ain't no other rapper on my level |
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[Verse 2: Rittz] |
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ILL Smith ************ a Fresh Prince |
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Murder every rapper in the game and left prints |
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Homie, let's dance |
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Being fresh put me on, I felt like it's my last chance of making a haters wanna hide the dues and be friends |
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Let's hide all my cynical, a product [?] and rappers talking a lot |
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They biting but they bite is just miniature |
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To me you don't resemble a G but you keep on talking lot |
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I'll stomp you out and put a Nike emblem print on you |
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Anyone messing with my crew might get pushed to finish you |
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And end your career |
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I've been loose but I'm winnin' this year |
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A lot of suckas' actin' like a bunch of women they scared |
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They swear they hard but start to tremble when the pistol appear |
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I'm [?] I'm writing, eating Xanax, Atlantis, a lot of strippers |
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I bet you wish you was here |
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85 pound drunks out here pissing their pants |
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Turn on the radio, there's this white ************ [?], it's weird |
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I hear rappers saying Imma be foul as me |
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While I [?] cousin on this green |
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Sucker free, on the **** |
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I got in anything you need |
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Give a scream down the street |
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Because we gotta put [?] |
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I got the flow and got the bars |
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Close to overdose and I hope I see tomorrow |
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Nobody really cared when I was broke and 'bout to starve |
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So why should I give a ************ whats up with Chloe and Lamar!? |
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Cause they got a grand problem |
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Nerds on the internet be talking mad blogging, I'm bout to snap on em |
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I'm fixing to bust his head and there'll be a black coffin |
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This rapping ************t don't work, I'm in a black mask robbing |
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[?] think the spittin' ************ts lame |
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Johny, stop! No crossing over, can't get in this lane |
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Two of the best that ever did it Rittz and Twisted Insane |
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Taking over this game, so remember his name: ILL Smith |
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************, Yuh-uh-Yeah |
