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And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker |
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Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker |
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So we stay up, while the sun goes down |
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We ain't make enough, so let the elevator pound [Stalley:] |
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From the 'jects to the penthouse |
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Synonymous to what my life been 'bout |
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Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence, is what |
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I send out |
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Still in the cutlass doing spin outs '87 boxed up all tinted out |
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Living life on the edge, couple links that excite the feds |
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Shout to mister jones |
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It's funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads |
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A lot of changing faces from these potato heads |
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Eyes dilated when |
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I sashay lifted |
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Couple doobies in the ashtray, cash clay run my mouth like a soon be champion |
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The long beard, hows the pain |
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I be dancing in |
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The reign with the |
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Pharoahs, mirror image to the gods |
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My homie glory brings head nods, the only story |
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I been bout |
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This controlled mind with no facade |
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The dreamy intuition from a street politician is scarred |
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Back and forth with the pimps and gang land symbolers |
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Dope boys with the bang in they trunk |
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See the tremblers |
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Milq city where |
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I'm from, where the opie emblems |
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Street names after indians, so wild cowboys watch where you coming in |
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Tomahawks with assault rifles |
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May bump into the next king pin or |
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Haile Selassie |
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Civil with the spiritual |
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This city feels unlucky searching for a miracle |
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On this elevator ride skipping floors |
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Trying to reach the top, then the structure falls (falls) [Chopped and screwed voice:] |
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And I'm a go to a place where the bass sound thicker |
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Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker |
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So we stay up, while the sun goes down |
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We ain't make enough, so let the elevator pound |
