| Yeah-
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| The fuck-
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| Said um
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| Yeah, I’m never hosting parasites
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| I’m poking holes in your parachute
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| Cop a nice pair of shoes and move it smooth like a barracuda do
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| Carry guns that a roof of caribou
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| It’s bubonic how the plague spread, spread wings, spread legs
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| California king sized bed and ringside I watch the circus
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| Wenches got a surplus, slide across the surface
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| A nice plethora, they pledge allegiance, serve a purpose
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| Pill and plentied money, diamonds like a box of Good and Plenty’s
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| Acquire taste to black licorice, cause soon the henny
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| Puff cigars, sick and we smoke, but focus not
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| Why can’t you choke and throw in off the docks in Okinawa?
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| Japanese holidays of pouring plum wine
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| There’s floral notes, couple carats and a broach
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| Corsages, cherry blossoms
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| We countin' money at the count pound
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| Surrounded by my concubines
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| Massages, deep tissue, throw this money like a temper tantrum
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| Rap NinJitsu, all my niggas ninja smith
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| Push fate, write ransom notes
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| (Ransom notes)
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| Take down a gazelle, lassoin' animals
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| (Lassoin' animals)
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| Hunt, split the fruit, carve the meat out of your cantaloupe
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| (Hunt… out of your cantaloupe)
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| Heavy pocket increase with every stance awoke
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| (Every stance awoke)
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| Resin on the roach drippin', my approach different
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| (My approach different)
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| Top ranked division, fine decision
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| While I coach kids, carry tradition
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| (Check, check)
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| Dig a hole, bury a bitch in it, like a mariachi carry instruments
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| (You know, you know)
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| We display Cabernet, create a slight hindrance
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| Bum fights, run lights, dumb nights, but light beaker wins
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| (Uh, uh, what?)
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| I click and you still dime and nickelin'
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| Black shades sit on the court like Jack Nicholson
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| (Like Jack Nicholson)
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| Pass the rock in hand, it’s slippery, return to sending on delivery
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| (Uh!)
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| Legacy stretch beyond a century
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| Up and comers wait in the wings, be on eventually
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| (Be on eventually)
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| I piss on your penmanship, shit on the
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| (On the)
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| Fuckin' right you made a bad mistake
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| Every morning |