| Brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong blastin’it’s the alcohol abusin'
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| white trash kid. |
| With the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung
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| Shout outs and respect to the place where I’m coming from. |
| So here me run again,
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| head to the finish, no time for loosin', no time for cruisin''cuz a champion’s
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| got to keep on movin’like soul 2 soul, I’m back to life for real still a mcwith
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| lots of love for my holy wheels of steele, yoto me it was a big step,
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| futurewardsfrom doin’boogaloo thangs at the barmbek-boulevardto pick up the
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| mic and say what the fukk I was born forfree to the dom is still the only thing
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| I star for
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| Would die for, would cry for, but not spy fori still got the same type of
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| respect even for all you fly whoresdon’t get me wrong, I really love your
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| bitchnessthe only fukks I disrespect are bitches in the music-business
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| And if you feel me put your hands up,(hands in da sky) and if you feel me put em
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| high,(put em high)… Push 4 fingers and a I in da air, yo and wave em around
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| like you just don’tcare
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| There goes the 1 2 3 4lyni make it happen, I make them phoney rappers stop
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| their crapi let my dogs do the freak and put brompton city on the map, yo!
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| If there’s a problem, I fix it, like p e and anthraxi bring the noise snd
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| press it on a black piece of waxgive me a grin when you see me pass you byi’m
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| not pretty fly for a white but for a 4lyn-guyi'm smooth like the butt of a
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| babeand well known for all the panic that I create when I’m out on stage
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| Trouble maker, problem child is what these mothers title meand daddies want to
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| fight me but like spike leei’m doin' the right thing, drinking a cup of tea,
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| I’m smoking a blunt I’m fukkin' them daughters in their butts and leave this
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| chikks rest in pussy
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| And if you feel me put your hands up,(hands in da sky) and if you feel me put em
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| high,(put em high)… Push 4 fingers and a I in da air, yo and wave em around
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| like you just don’tcare
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| So, what’cha want me to do?
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| (wikked:)Yo Braz, Do The Sikk shit! |
| Right!!! |
| Bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!
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| And if you feel me put your hands up,(hands in da sky) and if you feel me put em
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| high,(put em high)… Push 4 fingers and a I in da air, yo and wave em around
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| like you just don’tcare
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| Like you just don 't care
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| Like you just don 't care |