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Where ya been |
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All of my life |
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I need ya bad |
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I've been searchin' for ya |
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That good ol' stuff |
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I can't get enough |
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You know i've been yoanin' (yearnin') for ya |
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Call me a drunkie that's wrong |
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Don't play it instead of rich bone |
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Young son that's full of that come |
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We needs a one and a one |
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I gotta get'cha what ever it takes |
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Gotta hit your bis o |
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Soon as i flake |
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I take you how ever you might be |
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Pack dollar pill away |
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You know you got me feelin' good |
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Drop top down up in through the hood |
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Ask me about a whole key |
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And man i tell ya i wish i could |
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It's all goody-good |
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I think enough |
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Still like screamin' on after none |
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Give me that razor that plate the lazer man |
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I need my medicine |
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That pulles me oh some nice and slow |
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Get him some stand lookin' out the door |
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Better get ready for all night |
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You know how we wanna moan and blow |
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Escence up the blessin' |
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Keep me puzzled like enigma |
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My partner put me down |
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Where i start pound |
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The cop is cheaper |
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My smoke and flows like mystical music |
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And know someone screamin' is chiefa |
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On holloween |
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I pass it out to all the trick or treaters |
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In 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers |
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So now lord infamous blessin' i was sitting bull |
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And poke the hunters |
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Smoke out your lungs |
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And powder your nose |
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We grabbin' big bitches |
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Or sometimes we kick it |
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We breakin' the season |
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We breakin' our streets in |
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We breakin' out sick cause i make em' up stick |
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Triple 6 mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere |
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Without the smoke hit eyes |
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So blury blur vision and tears |
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Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear |
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Scarecrow me keyed plus |
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The smoke flyin' out of me lungs |
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Me keep these (??) |
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Sprinkled down little kids gum |
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Chorus x2 |
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Gimme some of that good stuff |
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Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special |
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Gimme somethin' that'll do it |
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Do it, put my mind to it |
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Until we get high |
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I keep that good stuff (lady what you mean) |
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Good stuff for that light green |
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Everytime you see me |
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Eyes are red but still i'm on my p's |
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Smokin' gettin' motivated |
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Just chillin' with nuthin' but playas |
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Hatin' as i can be |
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Relaxed and bumpin' some johnny taylor |
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Feelin' good as hell |
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It's so swell |
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High, this stuff has got me goosed up |
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Got me wantin' some good lovin' |
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So i call my shorty |
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Baby, baby some and give it to me, give it to me right |
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Come in with the quickness |
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Got you speachless to this freaky night |
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Still i'm stayin' bout it |
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Never hate wit bustas |
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So can you see |
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Solo never sucka |
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Always catch me with the prophet p |
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Gone remain his lady |
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Kinda crazy |
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So don't test me |
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I will buck your bro down |
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When that good stuff got me in disquise |
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What you got down in your trunk |
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Nothin' but good stuff |
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Knowin' this funk |
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Guaranteed to keep you up |
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Make you hyper super crunk |
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Let me know on what you need |
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I'm cuttin' up gears |
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Come shock with me |
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Your partner used to pluck you twice |
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I'm giving out samples |
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And it's free |
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Package deals from state to state |
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The ice cream man |
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Who deliver that cake |
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You wanna get a piece |
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To shake |
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The bigger the plate |
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The bigger the blade |
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The thicker the cheese |
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The more you can take |
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On and on gotta keep that pace |
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>from scene to scene |
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Supplyin' that d |
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Some of that pure |
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Not none of that dank |
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It's over solder |
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Dodge their forty |
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Get with the man if you want to get bloated |
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Just like taking a sniff of roses |
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This lil sniff |
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They roll it up all night to the early mornin' |
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Constantly movin' now for yawnin' |
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Burnin' my people on every pay phone |
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And allow that good stuff |
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Surper (??) |
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I be like indo in |
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Don't go hollow what your friend |
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Plus have them twins |
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The henn and a bunch of bird shit |
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Swith your man |
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So i can get into the groove |
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And he whos cool can't |
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Juicy's constantly speakin' at me though |
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He ain't sayin' nothin' |
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Man he may be the crunkin' |
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That funny |
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Or the super bionic |
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Sick here wanna sit here |
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Fartin' like i'm a motor or somethin' |
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Is it the squish |
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I cannot remember |
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Yes sir it's understood |
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Koo must donw got a little bit of hit of somethin' good |
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Chorus...till fade |