| 20 plus years of selling Johnson &Johnson
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| I started out as a baby face monster
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| No wonder there’s diaper rash on my conscience
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| My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
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| Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
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| Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that’s my dinner date
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| Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
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| Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
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| Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
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| Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
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| Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
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| Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
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| Couldn’t do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
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| What I sell for pain in the hood, I’m a doctor
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| Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago
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| If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
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| If he rides he rides, throwing punches in his room
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| If he cries he cries, we don’t drink away the pain
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| When a nigga die we add a link to the chain
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| Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
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| We playing on a higher game of chess
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| Once you delegate his bills who’s gone fuck his bitch the best?
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| A million megapixels of the Pyrex
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| Started on the scale digital, my only Timex
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| Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it’s honest
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| Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus
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| Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red
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| Blood on your diamonds til you dying; |
| dead
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| You better change what comes out your speaker
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| You wanna see a dead body?
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| Instrumentals from my mama’s Christmas party
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| Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime
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| My little brother crying
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| Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
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| Either that or my auntie was stealing it
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| Hit the pipe and start feeling it
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| Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
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| This was different, geez, Louise please help me relax
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| Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
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| When I was ten
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| Back when nine ounces have got you ten
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| And nine times out of ten niggas don’t pay attention
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| And when there’s tension in the air nines come with extensions
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| My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half
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| Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
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| Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose
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| Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
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| I said «daddy, one day I’mma get you right with 36 zips
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| 1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be rich
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| Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
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| Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter»
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| He said «son, how come you think you be my connect?»
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| Said «pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect»
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| He said «well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense»
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| Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
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| Your son dope, nigga
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| Now reap what you sowed, nigga
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| Please reap what you sowed, nigga
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| I was born in '87, my grand daddy a legend
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| Now the same shit that y’all was smoking is my profession
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| Let’s get it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nosetalgia , by - Pusha T. Song from the album My Name Is My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп