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[Intro:] |
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Just about anybody who used ******* in the 90s and 80s was using Pablo Escobar's product. |
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Escobar was probably the most violent, the most ferocious criminal that has ever lived. |
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[Hook: Gucci Mane] |
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Money stacked up like Pablo |
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Peso after peso |
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You don't want to war with Pablo |
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They'll kill you when he say so |
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Touch down with it like Pablo |
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In Zone 6, I'm Pablo |
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Diamonds on my neck like Pablo |
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And the feds on my ass like Pablo |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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Pablo Esco |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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You don't want to go to war with Pablo |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Esco |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Esco |
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You don't want to war with Pablo |
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Feds on my ass like Pablo |
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Touch down with the **** like Pablo |
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In Zone 6, I'm Pablo |
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] |
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Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo |
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21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco |
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Peso, euro, all about dinero |
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Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo |
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Guwop, call me Pablo |
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Box-load of bricks with a bar code |
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I could cook a dude something with a blindfold |
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Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed |
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Pablo life, got them Pablo prices |
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And I'm keeping steady, so I'm Pablo icy |
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And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it |
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El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike |
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Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo |
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It's silver or lead. Yeah, that's my motto |
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Young Scooter, my vato |
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Ferrari, my auto |
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Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lotto |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: E-40] |
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Extendos, cinnamon rolls, Pill*******ury big biscuits |
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7 .62s, and 5 .56s |
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Telling is prohibited, snitches witness |
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Turn a blind eye and a deaf ear |
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You probably want to mind your business |
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Act like you can't see or hear |
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A-tisket, a-tasket |
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Now the ***** ***** in the casket |
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My money stretch like elastic |
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Serving that tragic magic |
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That nasal candy, that nostril dust |
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You don't really want to go to war with us |
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
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Bringing in work in U-Haul trucks |
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Got more bags than Kris Kringle (Santa) |
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Puffing on a spliff of Bullwinkle (spinach) |
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Manipulate a broad with the lingo (slang) |
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She let me hit it we ain't even have to mingle (game) |
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All up in her panties like a single |
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Put it down like I'm Mandingo (beat 'em) |
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Having my chips like Reno (feddy) |
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Guns longer than the neck on a flamingo (thumpers) |
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If you're ready already, then you ain't gotta get ready |
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I'm out here selling that Becky, bout my chalupa, my fetti |
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Hoping the law don't catch me grittin' out here pu*******ng that white |
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Serving fiends, smoking out of homemade pipes |
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I'm a thug from the mud, I've got the block in my blood |
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I'll take the top off the bottle and drink up all of the suds |
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Down and dirty bout mine, I'll put some cheese on your thoughts |
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Some bread on your head, no matter the cost, my... |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Trinidad James] |
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My big brother, the **** man |
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5 straps like Bruh Man |
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It's Pablo and the pimp man |
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Tax a ******* like Uncle Sam |
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***** *****s be like "aw man" |
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Cause we young *****s and we getting it |
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And y'all *****s is jealous |
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Cause y'all *****s ain't getting *******t |
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I say yes, *****, indeed |
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I dress better than I read |
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*******ne gold teeth when I chief |
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Pick your eyes up when I speak |
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Got that big ranch, real horses |
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Y'all *****s blue cheese |
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Only talk big money, with real *****s |
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Y'all *****s too cheap |
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Pablo! |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro:] |
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Escobar did not fear Colombian authorities, but he did fear American justice, and American prisons. |
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When he could not get the law changed, to keep him from being brought to trial in the U.S., he tried to kill the lawmakers. |
