| Somehow he fucked up the count
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| I pocketed difference and bounced
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| See me in the sky dancing
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| No ceiling
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| In for a penny, in for a pound
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| Liquor store door headshot
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| No stealing in broken English
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| White man say he bought the crown
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| The doors show him the fine print
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| Pandora’s door was open when she came in
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| Highest I ever got was the bottom of the pyramid
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| Highest I ever got was holding the bag and wondering what if I just stiffed?
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| Flow’s like the mold
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| Tide’s cold
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| A star in the void, like the more you know
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| Carnie’s bargain
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| Guess how much black mold your tenement hold
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| Hmm, are the tenants negro?
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| Either way, never much of a scold
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| Not the one to tell shawty, slow your role
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| The kid was keen
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| Made the inception
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| Take it from me, go get that degree
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| He dropped out, got rich as can be
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| Seen him grinning on TV, all I said was, «my G,» under my breath
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| Sip tea, it’s none of us left
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| Light skinned niggas chucking threes, I wish 'em the best
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| Beyond God’s law some exist
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| Summer’s tryst turned winter slog
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| That’s why you don’t invade the USSR
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| Saw son serve it raw, vaping on a hoverboard
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| Genuflected, knees to a king
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| When he gave him his first little necklace
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| If not mine, then whose?
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| That’s just the few that made news
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| Proof not seen
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| Why they come for me, though?
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| Freeload, we know (we know we know we know we know we know we know we know we
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| know we know we know we know)
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| Don’t play the hero
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| Old school, household smell like soul food
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| Slow stew
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| Spoon over pearl couscous
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| Onion loop, bundled herb
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| Built for comfort not for speed
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| All that with a whole bird plus the giblets
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| Black always with a capital B
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| Work through the years in rap by miraculous means
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| Shackles clink
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| Climbing pineapple trees, why?
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| Please say what I mean (mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean)
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| Bask by the Sargasso sea
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| What’s gon' be gon' be
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| Riss told me to tell y’all
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| Hopping through the moon roof
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| Looking at self preservation at another level
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| You feel bad in your birthday outfit
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| Time costs more now
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| Thaw down
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| Take me to your lizard king
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| Man-child, hand style, pull purse string
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| Gangbang Earth
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| First and the last
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| Is it worth coming back?
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| Accustomed to the culture of cotton
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| And then there was crack
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| By that human part, sometimes, I tend to want to suppress. |
| Because,
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| the human part with me might say, Mosia, who killed my daughter in law?
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| I should go and shoot them. |
| The human part might say I must go around looking
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| for the Kleinhans brothers, and shoot them. |
| But the revolutionary in me says,
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| it’s over |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vindaloo, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Paraffin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп