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Well, I'm an alley cat |
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Some say a dirty rat |
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On my side is my gat |
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See I'm all of that |
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Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha |
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Runnin' hard, but I'm still comin' to getcha |
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Thinkin' like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide |
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You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride |
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I'm not a bad guy |
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But I'm the funky feel one |
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Finer on the trigger with my hands upon the steel |
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Lettin' out a bullet, this is goin' boo-ya |
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You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? |
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Bein' the hunted one is no fun |
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Here I come son, yo I think you better run |
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Better run more, and move a little faster |
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Second of thought and I'm comin' to blast ya |
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With my, sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump |
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Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt |
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Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump |
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Lala la la lala la laa |
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Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program |
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Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man |
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Master mind maniac and a menace |
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Oh, how they want to pass a sentence |
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All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger |
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He missed, so now the nigga's hist' |
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Rude and crude like a pitbull |
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Get to the point, your fuckin' goin' to get pulled |
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Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle |
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And I'm handin' out beatdowns |
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I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle |
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And I'm handin' out beatdowns, get your face down |
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Put me in chains, try to beat my brains |
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I can get out, but the grudge remains |
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When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya |
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Gatt ya, fuckin' do ya, shotgun goes boo-ya! |
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Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump |
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Left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt |
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Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump |
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Lala la la lala la laa |
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Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit |
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Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with |
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'Cause I'm the chill one, known to get ill when |
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They stepped to the Hill, what's up?', I had to kill one |
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Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle |
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And they got me on lock down |
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Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle |
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And they got me on lock down |
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Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind |
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'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish |
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Some say life is a bitch |
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Ask that punk who dug his own ditch |
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Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party |
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Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body |
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Lala la la lala la laa |
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Look at all of those funeral cars |
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'Cause I'm a, sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump |
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left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt |
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Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump |
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Lala la la lala la laa |