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(well alright) |
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Oh shit |
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[ verse 1 ] |
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Many, many asked if i knew the way to go |
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I thought i knew the answer, it seems i wouldn't, so |
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I picked and i picked, for the label i searched |
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I slipped and i tripped for the pop, it didn't work |
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So now i take the stage of my what? 3rd comeback |
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Now i know the tricks of the trade, and where the slum's at |
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Blows to the chest, buckshots from the guage |
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Page after page king tee takes the rage |
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Lord have mercy when i pick up my pen |
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Then i ask the lord to forgive me for my sins |
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Cause i get drunk when i get trucked ( *shots* ) |
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There go some gunshots, wait - i gotta duck |
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(get down, fool, get down...) |
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What everybody runnin fo'? (awww shit!) |
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Can't take the plug of a .38 slug |
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Can't take the drug from the teenage thug |
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So i'ma break loose and do a flip-flop top |
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And land on my feet and show a drunk tekneek |
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(couldn't walk a straight line) |
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(ladies and gentlemen, i...) |
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(couldn't walk a straight line if you let me crawl) |
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(leanin to the side) |
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(i know i'm drunk, man) |
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(leanin to the side, people everywhere) |
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(well alright) |
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(wants to get funked up) |
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[ verse 2 ] |
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M-m-m-mc's seem to get souped when they group |
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With a big name, but see, none of them is game |
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For the royal, loyal, the one that stole yo |
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Coupe de ville when you thought you could chill |
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On my street, with your freak, to freak me, the freak |
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Played out along the week and fell steep in the creek |
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So i'ma put my crown upon the peak |
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And do it just for the thieves with the jeeps |
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I know you feel scared, i got a criminal path |
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For a laugh i watch devils get whipped by shaft |
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Pooh has a mack-10, e-swift's in the benz with a glock |
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Takin some young girl's cock |
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I grab that geno-st. ides by the stack |
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Never smoked crack, but i drunk a lotta 'yac |
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Mostly by the cup, grabbin my nuts to the beat |
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Hey yo, it's the drunk tekneek |
