| Hey hey, hey hey
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| Hey hey, hey hey
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| Hey hey, hey hey
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| Hey hey, hey hey
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| Yeah, amateurs and vets (Hey hey, hey hey)
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| Step up and place your bets (Hey hey, hey hey)
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| Life is on the line (Hey hey, hey hey)
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| Trifling all the time too, how they do (Hey hey, hey hey)
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| I got something for them baby, I’ma bet it all (Hey hey, hey hey)
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| The king of spades laid across the green felt
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| The ace of spades was the next card gon' be dealt
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| I had that black queen under my thumb
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| Looking at the dealer like the time had finally come
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| I slid across all my chips and
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| Kissed my queen across her glossy lips when I
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| Seen a officer getting his pistol gripped and I said
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| «Fuck that shit» man this is it, see they
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| Always gotta take a nigga life, his rices, hopes
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| Vices, the coke, books, pistols, and his dough
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| And some more shit, shit I can’t even quote
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| But I’m gettin' out the heat and tellin' 'em nope
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| Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey
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| In the groove
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| I’m in the groove
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| In the groove
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| I’m in the groove
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| In the jam
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| I’m in the jam
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| In the jam
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| I’m in the jam
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| Yeah I’m in the jam where all my folks go
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| Where the dogs blow money at the bitches, hoes
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| That every fuckin' thing will turn up roses
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| And the big bright flag heeds all our poses
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| I believe in my TV and buy cake with my rent and
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| Party all nasty like it don’t make sense
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| I’m in the groove where all my folks move
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| Where the cars get you pussy and the liquor smooth
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| And if you be a little different than us it’s funny
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| And you can even play yourself if it’s for some money
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| Now you hate bitches but you love money
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| And if you ain’t convinced than I can go get my gunny
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| I’m on that trend where all my folks in
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| Where the niggas hate love and pray for sin
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| And if you want satisfaction be a star and spend
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| And all the babies on the street puttin' it all into action, it’s
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| Midnight sharp like the clothes on a pimp
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| You gotta kick it like it don’t make sense
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| I’m on that high where all my folks fly, where the
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| Crowd will make you sky if you just get rich or die
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| Never let 'em see you smile or try or cry,
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| And the chain in the video, that’s paradise
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| And I believe in my labels, and in my mirror’s a prince
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| And I’m so conceited but unconvinced
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| I’m on that spot where all my folks drop
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| Tryna grind and shine and climb on top
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| Juggs and licks to strike it rich but really not
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| Just like spinners lookin' like we going when we really stopped
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| Ah, man I pops that gun that all my folks run
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| Shoot for the stars to get us some
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| That eternal heart dance beat never done, taking
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| Hella chance under the moon and sun, twenty one!
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| I dropped and spun, firing two rounds from my gun
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| While spoon covered Grit with his shit
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| This caught the greys by surprise
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| And I put two slugs 'twixt they eyes
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| Then we used Grit’s body to split |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill White T, Parable of the Nigga Who Barrels Stay Hot, Made by Hardkings@freecasino.blk , by - Shabazz Palaces. Song from the album Live at Third Man Records, in the genre Альтернатива