| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| These niggas running around with mops
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| They ain’t working at no BBQ spot
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| Mama said: «Live with a girl worth dying for, get some money and stay out the
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| way»
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| I hit the clinic let them weigh out the eighth
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| Let’s see how life is finna play out today
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| I’m in the Benz doing like a whole eighty
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| Getting mad-dogged by a white old lady
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| Driving crazy while i’m bangin' old Jay Z
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| I can tell that she mad as fuck
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| (Oh you mad uh? you mad uh)
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| Cuz my skin black as fuck
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| Skin tatted up
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| She in an average truck
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| And my cash is up
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| They wanna put me in a box
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| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| These niggas run around with mops
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| And they ain’t working at no BBQ spot
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| Watch your head, watch your head
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| Too many niggas out here dropping dead
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| IPhone connected to the Feds
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| Prescription meds pushed him to the edge
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| Product of the environment
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| Hair nappy so nobody’s hiring
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| Hard not to be violent
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| Hard to keep quiet
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| When you’re waking up to sirens
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| The shooting that happened in San Bernardino
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| Was the government for all that we know
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| For gun control, they want to harm the people
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| USA is the heart of evil
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| Man, they wanna put me in a box
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| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| These niggas run around with mops
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| They ain’t working at no BBQ spot
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| They wanna put me in a box
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| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| They want everything that I got
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| They never wanna see a nigga on top
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| They wanna put me in a box
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| And i’m fresh so I get that
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| But have a seat, boy. |
| Sit back
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| You got yours, I need get-backs
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| From IE, where the shit cracks
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| Where you get down where you pissed at
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| And if not, you should’ve got bitch slapped
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| Yeah, Yeah, it’s real nigga time on the dot
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| They staring because they smelling pot
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| Got a W up like I’m Pac
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| I’m really from the West and you’re not
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| So all that flexing got you looking regular
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| Never been in pressure club sections
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| Swish, swish, like I’m Roger Federer
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| Slow it up I’m way too far ahead of them
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| Came to the meeting
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| And they said they wanna put me in a box
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| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| They goin' try to get you to stop
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| 2016 shittin' on the OP’s
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| And my ex is trippin' cuz they dropped
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| Making rapping commas do the trappin' numbers
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| I know you heard the name, it’s mama
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| But Sun can chill, IE got the summer
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| It’s time to start handling business
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| Yeah, it’s time to start handling business
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| Cuz the fam will need houses and Benz’s
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| Dressed in camo for doubting the Princes
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| My only vice, a pretty face and a fast car
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| Not to mention weed
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| Funking on sticks and seeds
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| I know love is all we need baby
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| But they wanna put me in a box
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| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| These niggas running around with mops
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| And they ain’t working at no BBQ spot
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| They wanna put me in a box
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| The industry, the enemies, and the cops
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| They want everything that i got
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| They never wanna see a nigga on top
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| Now that’s right
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| Nigga that’s that real shit
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| Nigga that’s the shit that they wanna hear out here in these streets my nigga
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| Back up over there on that left coast
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| That west coast, that best coast, left side everything
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| Aight, Denise nigga Audio Push |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BBQ Spot , by - Audio Push. Song from the album The Stone Junction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп