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(Long live the King) |
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yo picture God a perfect cut diamond |
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or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin |
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livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals |
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my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl |
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man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it? |
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man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett |
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man can you feel it? |
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i cut you down like a midget |
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and when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit |
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im such a (lizard?) |
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i want the flames in the fire |
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so there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire |
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you said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava |
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i make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas |
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pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide |
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the bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine |
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its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme |
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picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind |
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real playboys have wings in the sky |
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silently cryin out man please dont die |
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man gettin to the thick of it all |
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man picture the brods |
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man tellin ya call |
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but hopin ya fall |
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sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic |
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im paranoind but really dont panic |
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the life afta they say its colder then the packers |
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all and the damn money in the world is not a factor |
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man true indeed |
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upin the game with a mouth ta feed |
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i make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed |
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roll the weed |
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roll the weed |
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long live the king |
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we take a sertain situation to run an organizarion |
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man bustin like a (?) patient |
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cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin |
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now hes even more gangsta cuz hes rollin wit da nation |
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now (?) yourself |
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then i will talk like greedy Gretchin |
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man hear the confession of my priffesion |
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is Secession of illegal weapons |
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up in a dot daytona |
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my mexican girl she drank two coronas |
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and she know about the ayatolah |
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im movin through the clouds |
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youd better hold me down |
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im smokin weed and im g'd and ready ta clown |
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i love ta see you drown |
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you know I spit it |
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to get it |
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to flip it |
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to sell it |
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to air mail it to yo town |
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im like electical current |
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the playa reffereant |
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(??) councourent |
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because its gonna hit the furnace |
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man pitches the pictures of me |
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picturin the bitches |
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and all up here sayin write the scriptures |
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it gets worse |
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cuz mentally youre cursed |
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youre livin in a verse |
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sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works |
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long live the king |
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long live the king |
