| Damn, see, I ain’t left that
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| A hunnid cops on the corner
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| A nigga head was open, shit
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| Nobody seen, they only heard what happened
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| This probably make the news, they left him stretched out
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| Grandmomma screamin' in the church, hit 'em where it hurt
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| Face up on the shirt every day niggas check out
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| Po-Po askin' questions, givin' names out
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| My youngings' itchin' if you trippin', blow your brains out
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| Blood all in your seat, it’s hard to get them stains out
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| My niggas hang out but still they give cocaine out
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| Hey
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| Pourin' in my hood, I show you what that rain 'bout
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| See him shinin', got a thing for diamonds, test his chain out
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| Fiends say he gotta smoke dope 'cause he bore his veins out
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| Got some white chicks that go crazy, I pull some 'caine out
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| Flame out, barbeque niggas, see what this pain 'bout
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| Aim out, hellava target slept on that same couch
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| Both for a reason, hopefully hoes’ll be creepin'
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| 'Magine if Hov coulda seen us, this shit like openin' season
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| Recognize real appeal, coke, dope, crack, liquor, guppy
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| Thousand dollar sneakers, bitches know I’m that nigga
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| We could coast
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| Don’t ask about what I gross, don’t do the questions
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| Hard headed, ain’t no lessons
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| I rob you before I’m stressin'
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| It’s on
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| Nobody seen, they only heard what happened
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| This probably make the news, they left him stretched out
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| Grandmomma screamin' in the church, hit 'em where it hurt
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| Face up on the shirt every day niggas check out
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| Po-Po askin' questions, givin' names out
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| My youngings' itchin' if you trippin', blow your brains out
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| Blood all in your seat, it’s hard to get them stains out
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| My niggas hang out but still they give cocaine out
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| Hey
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| Things done changed
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| Ain’t nobody fightin', niggas shootin'
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| Dice game, lose your life, momma askin' how she lose 'em
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| When that man came up, niggas caught him on that back block
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| Shot his Range up, snatched his chain up
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| War in these streets, kids ain’t even safe
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| They shot him in his face, left a picture at his wake
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| Niggas hate when your wrists all rocked up
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| Clips stuffed up in that hammer, blocks get shot up
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| Pour some more Vodka
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| Talkin' like he got my back, shit, where that nine at?
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| Retaliate, Cognac and kush, bitches don’t mind that
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| Told Rock call up my phone soon as you find that
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| Copy what he told me, robbed him for his Rollie
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| Caught a cab down the district, what I could get for this?
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| Said his man in Queens with coppers, shit, nigga, just pick a bridge
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| Nobody seen, they only heard what happened
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| This probably make the news, they left him stretched out
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| Grandmomma screamin' in the church, hit 'em where it hurt
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| Face up on the shirt every day niggas check out
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| Po-Po askin' questions, givin' names out
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| My youngings' itchin' if you trippin', blow your brains out
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| Blood all in your seat, it’s hard to get them stains out
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| My niggas hang out but still they give cocaine out
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| Hey
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| Hey
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| Hey
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| Hey
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| Hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stretched Out , by - Dave East. Song from the album The Best of A3c, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп