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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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Suburban life the American dream |
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Suburban life so pretty and clean |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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Now my Pops bought the system, American dreamer |
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Bought a new home and a brand new beamer |
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But it didn't long for things things to fall apart |
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Because the system that he bought ain't got no heart |
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From the bills for days, he got blood shot eyes |
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The American dream was a pack of lies |
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6 months later municipal court |
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Divorce time baby, child support |
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I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners |
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No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner |
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There's no cash back 'cause there was no receipt |
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Man suburban life ain't done a dime for me |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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Suburban life the American dream |
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Suburban life so pretty and clean |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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Gave in a little deeper to the third degree |
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More drugs, white thugs and wannabe's |
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Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived |
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America! What? Land of the green |
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Now you got problems, I got mine too |
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There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth krew |
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'Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away |
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To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate |
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I don't want no degree selling herbs |
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On the burbs on every street |
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No real jobs for the P.T.B. |
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Ao what's it gonna be? White minority |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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Suburban life the American dream |
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Suburban life so pretty and clean |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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Now broken homes inside every house |
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Neighbors yellin', "Can't work it out" |
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I said, "Beaten wives, tweaked out nights |
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Ooh what a feeling, ooh what a life" |
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Now you cant turn back the hands of time |
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So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine |
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He's Bobby B, king of the crops |
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Deep dark purse, phat drop tops |
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Philly blunt placed behind his ear |
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Two turn tables and a Heineken beer |
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And this is just and everyday thing |
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Kottonmouth Kings, telephone rings |
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Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dogg |
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Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs |
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Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes |
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What ever we could get we was gonna take |
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Just like the pirates of the Caribbean |
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Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' |
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Ha, ha, ha, we got it like that |
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Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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Suburban life the American dream |
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Suburban life so pretty and clean |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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The big A, little A, bouncin' B |
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The system got you but it won't get me |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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Suburban life the American dream |
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Suburban life so pretty and clean |
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Suburban life ain't what it seems |
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Fuck the system |
