| Yep, Yea, Yep, Yea, Yep
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| Dont stop won’t stop won’t quit
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| Never could never would
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| Mac Dre back wit some more shit
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| You know (yadida mean, yadida mean)
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| Come on man
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| I’m a rap matic track addict
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| And I’m back at it Play me a beat with this heat I’m a blap at it The cat scated, when the mac spatted
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| You don’t want to see me, punk get your hat flatted
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| Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head
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| Spit it clear so you can hear, what I said
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| Pot head, hot head nigga that got dreads
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| Got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
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| My bed, you might see three things
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| High heels, my pills, and hoes in G strings
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| I see things, through my pimpin glasses
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| Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin classes
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| I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes
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| Might wear stunnas without the lenses
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| I’m off the hinges I handle business
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| Leave no clues, witness, or forensics
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| No co-dependence all by my lonesome
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| Wont see Solano, Quintin, or Folsom
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| I ghost em, at the four way stop sign
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| Forty HK don’t fuck with Glock nine
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| I rock wind, I’m a star I’m famous
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| Got my own language cool when I swang it Oh, I’m all out the door
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| 351 with the shift in the floor
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| Come on you beezy lets do some grown shit
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| Put on a tight thong too small that don’t fit
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| When I’m on the thizz I’m a fool I don’t quit
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| Unborn kids, nut I own shit
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| Dre rock rhymes from here to New York
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| Only smoke rope no coke or New Ports
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| Hubotchi Benihana pork on my fork
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| Rapping is a sport and this is my court
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| Do anything to win my referees cheat
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| I flagrant foul and bruise to beat
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| Read em and weap
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| I’m a royal flush
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| Give me some shrums
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| So I can get mushed
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| Kick dust, always in something tight
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| Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
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| Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno ask Kilo, nigga he know
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| I’m well connected I know big wells
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| Did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
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| But nigga it never fails
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| The shit don’t stop when I drop hella sales
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| Hella mail, call me the postman
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| From Vallejo born in Oakland
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| Yolking, Dodge Diplomats
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| Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat
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| (chorus 2x to end) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grown Sh!t (Al Boo Boo), artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre Vol. III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп