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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Step back as i'm kicking up dust |
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For a while |
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As i put mothafuckas to rest |
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And pull their files |
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Out from the cabinet |
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With the picture |
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Get the 45 and settle it |
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With this punk nigger |
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Slow your roll |
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As i take control |
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Take your toke from the indo' |
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Then hit and hold |
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Now let it out |
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How you feel when the herb |
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Got you by the balls |
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And you're coughing up a lung anyhow |
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You can't shake |
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That nigger that's gonna brake |
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Fool |
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On any one member of your bitch crew |
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As i pull the trigger |
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On my nine |
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Say goodnight nigger |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Any last prayers before you die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
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You ain't never caught a rabbit |
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So you ain't no friend of mine |
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It's a habit |
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Barkin' up your tree with my nine |
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Keep your bitch on a leash or at home |
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A nick knack |
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Paddywack |
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Give the dog a bone |
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The raw dog |
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Fuck a law dog |
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Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off |
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'cause a every now and then i got to knuckle up |
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Buckle up |
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Chin checking |
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It's on i reckon |
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It's the wild wild west |
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Get your 40 and your blunt and your glock and your bulletproof vest |
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Let me guess |
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Everybody wanna test |
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Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like ses |
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Laudy daudy |
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We're fucking everybody |
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Boom biddy bye |
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Sing the lullaby |
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In the party |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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I put my glock to your dome and you started to cry |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Any last prayers before you die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
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Yes yes ya'll |
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To the beat ya'll |
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Watch a punk slipin' see the pouta fall |
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I'm buck-loody |
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Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me |
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'cause the nigger gets so funky |
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Fool i'm the one |
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From |
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The big bad cypress hill clique, a |
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Number one son of the funk freaka |
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Yes yes ya'll |
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I'll be the one with the mad buddha blast ya'll |
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Comin' from the west ya'll |
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But i figure |
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You'd cry like a bitch |
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Don't twitch |
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'cause i just might pull the trigga |
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Now lay down |
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Stay down |
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Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground |
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Don't fuck don't say nothin' |
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You fuck around and i might get ragamuffin |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Any last prayers before you die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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I put the glock to your dome and you started to cry |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Any last prayers before you die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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It's time to die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Time to say good-bye |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Now it's time to die |
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Boom biddy bye bye |
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Now it's time to die |
