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I been tryin to flip the script and take this rap thing to the next page |
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But the federalies got me travellin on _ |
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Con Air_ like |
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I'm Nicholas |
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Cage Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace |
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Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash |
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The rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled |
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Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin and |
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I'm hooked and addicted for sho' |
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Now how am |
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I to be an |
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MC when I can't get my travel on? |
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Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning |
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I'm gettin sweated by |
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Babylon The only way out is to max out and give these fools back they lease |
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Fuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised release |
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I'm a bring a calendar, bounce, blow up like |
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Chernobyl |
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Kirk out and get mobile and do this thing global |
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Worldwide rompin, stompin in other nations |
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Blowin bomb with |
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Jamaicans, and sippin |
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Dom with them |
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Haitians Kickin major flows, have |
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Asian hoes, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity |
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Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in? [CHORUS: Dubee] |
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We be global |
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Touch land and that sand over the seas |
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Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese |
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For sheez, clickulate with players |
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Under the stairs, to the |
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Himalayas |
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Kinda thick, layer for layer [x2] [VERSE 2] |
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Sometimes |
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I sit and reminisce about life in '87 |
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When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heaven |
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One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change |
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Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs |
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And it's a shame, cause before |
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I hit the f-e-d's |
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I didn't know about them niggas in |
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Cuba and them sisters in |
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Belize Now |
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I'm curious - is |
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Belizan pussy the bomb? |
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When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come? |
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Boy, it's time to hit the friendly skies and fly like a seagull |
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Post up in spots where the pot's good and legal |
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Eat tacos in |
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Mexico with cats named |
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Flaco And catch a red-eyed flight the same night to |
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Morocco Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains |
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Then bounce to the |
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Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines |
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Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex |
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So I'm a get mobile, stay global like |
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FedEx [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] |
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I was a cell dweller, eatin |
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Top Ramen and sardines |
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Now it's Taiwanese |
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Japanese cuisine |
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Barefooted, fitted, sippin on sake |
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Blow on big hashis while |
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I feast on teriaki |
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International is how |
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I'm smashin, hoe |
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A cutthroat nigga that will blast and roll |
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I took a trip to |
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Queens to see |
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Jazz and Preme |
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They had a nigga blowin brown, said it wasn't no green |
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But that ain't no thang, cause in |
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Tacoma I blew bomb till |
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I was in a coma |
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And in Seattle my partner |
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Chilly Chill |
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Got that purple leaf dank that really real |
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I'm global, boy, |
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I be travellin |
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Gettin further in the air like a javelin |
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Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to |
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San Coy Mac |
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Dre, global, holler at your boy [CHORUS] |
