| This is a speed ball, something you might not know about
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| How did a crack head get up in the white house?
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| I let my phone rang like I let my chains hang
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| I think you need to come down on the price range
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| This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
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| The POLICE not cops, but STING like
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| Man I’m the type to roll weed at a green light
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| She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight
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| This is a pay-scale, and yo it’s mixed with the crime wave
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| Where we spend everything, and we don’t save
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| Shopaholics, alcoholics call it what you want it
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| The jewelry is all good ‘til you have to pawn it
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| This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
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| The POLICE not cops, but STING like
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| Man I’m the type to roll weed at a green light
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| She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight
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| Man this is Coco County
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| I make all these suckas get from round me
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| And sometimes I like to flash all my dope thangs
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| My eyes lit when the weed and the dope came
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| It’s like I spent my whole life in the dope game
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| This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
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| The POLICE not cops, but STING like
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| Man I’m the type to roll weed at a green light
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| She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight
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| This is the seventh sign, a new car and a new crime
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| My Stan Smith’s are all white, my new kicks
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| I like my milkshakes and money clip real thick
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| My clothes Dougie Fresh, my hair Slick Rick
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| This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
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| The POLICE not cops, but STING like
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| Man I’m the type to roll weed at a green light
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| She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight
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| I keep the weed lit, and don’t ask me bout nothing
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| I ain’t seen shit, my dark shades at night time is real life
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| I gamble like ima die that’s real life
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| I like the car black and I like to smoke white
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| This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
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| The POLICE not cops, but STING like
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| Man I’m the type to roll weed at a green light
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| She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight
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| You wanna transform, well don’t be mad when I Decepticon
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| The ganga, The mecca dah, the God Khan
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| I look like Mustafa when I roll bomb
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| And I’ll stay but only 'til the weeds gone
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| This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like
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| The POLICE not cops, but STING like
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| Man I’m the type to roll weed at a green light
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| She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speed Ball , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Andre Nickatina, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп