| this one for the individuals that surround me everyday,
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| when im at home, smokin bones in the coo-coos-way.
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| day in and day out, its the same old song,
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| inside of my livingroom, until were dead and gone.
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| «who got weed?»,
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| «if you come over bring something to eat!»,
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| «whos rollinthe next one?»,
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| «the uncle indeed!»
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| 4−20 to the fullest and it aint no stoppin…
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| we drink beer, no christals poppin.
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| yo, its on but the tv is out,
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| «ohhhhh!!!»
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| «has anybody seen the fukkinremote controle?»
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| «NO?»
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| «how can it be? |
| everynight its nowhere to find!»
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| «yo, you sit on that damn thing, muthafukka, are you blind??»
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| switch the damn thing on, what do we have here?
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| «nothing!»
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| «yo, who the fukk knokked over my beer??»
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| «it wasnt me!»
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| «yomama came over and did it!»
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| «ahh, fukk you!»
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| «ey yo, puff, puff-give, dikker!»
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| yeah, im with it…
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| hanginin my house is a daily routine.
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| why dont you pay a little visit and find out what i mean?
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| six red eyes blinkin in the dark…
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| and you can smell our buddha-smoke even if youre in new york,
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| when its on…
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| for years we keep doin this.
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| known for beinnot much more than just this.
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| BROMPTON CITY!
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| yo, baby thats the deal.
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| its a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill!
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| BROMPTON CITY!
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| for years we keep dointhat.
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| known for beinnot much more than just glad.
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| BROMPTON CITY!
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| yo baby, thats the spot.
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| its a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!!
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| were jokinabout each other and other muthafukkers around.
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| when it comes to KTS you hear us laughin loud.
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| let ma introduce «redhead»,"rottweiler" and «zed»…
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| «alder, noch sone tde und ich muss ins bett!»
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| we laugh harder when were surfin though the world wide web.
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| guestbook-terror, when we re fukkin up the internet.
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| big up to «fast-h» and the rest of them gringos
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| who dont understand our brompton-city-lingo!
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| «yo nas, why dont you light up another bone?»,
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| «pikk up the phone!»,
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| «yo, its samira and shes all alone!»,
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| «yo, gimme that!»,
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| «yo, babygirl, whats up?»
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| «nothing, but i guess you three muthafukkers are high as fukk!»
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| thats right, becuz were living in a world of fog.
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| we make them dogs bark and my silly neighbours talk.
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| everynight we turn green like the incredible hulk.
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| «yo, that shit is bangin!»
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| oh, my god!
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| hanginon my couch is a daily routine.
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| why dont you pay a little visit and find out what i mean?
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| six eyes still red, cuzwere high again,
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| and you can smell our buddha-smoke even i youre in japan,
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| when its on!
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| for years we keep doin this.
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| known for bein not much more than just this.
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| BROMPTON CITY!
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| yo, baby thats the deal.
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| its a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill!
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| BROMPTON CITY!
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| for years we keep dointhat.
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| known for beinnot much more than just glad.
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| BROMPTON CITY!
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| yo baby, thats the spot.
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| its a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! |