| All black everything, just like paint
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| Rolling down the block, I’m cruising
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| Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
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| I’m moving, I’m moving
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| East and the East and the killers in the West
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| Just get smoking
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| Why you fucking with stress?
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| Break in my line if you don’t know the dock
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| Get in line, don’t fuck around looking for my crop
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| Get dumb as the one that’s the rise to the top
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| Product of Versace I’mma hit you with the Glock
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| Bitch we riding high, we keep stacking
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| Money like coats in closets, keep racking
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| Backs like Cali quakes, keep cracking
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| Skilled what the doctor know, what up with no slacking
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| All black everything, just like paint
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| Rolling down the block, I’m cruising
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| Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
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| I’m moving, I’m moving
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| East and the East and the killers in the West
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| Just get smoking
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| Why you fucking with stress?
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| Killer in the game and the one finna pop
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| So don’t mind if I come around, spend a little guap
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| Snow been the chick, all these rap bitches jock
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| All these bum bitches, I’m the cream of the crop
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| Look I’m riding 'round, I been got it
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| Robbing these banks, these dudes, and these pockets
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| All of these hating bitches still watching
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| But I don’t get no pay for no talking
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| Constant
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| All black everything, just like paint
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| Rolling down the block, I’m cruising
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| Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
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| I’m moving, I’m moving
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| East and the East and the killers in the West
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| Just get smoking
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| Why you fucking with stress?
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| Couple rolled up for the road
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| Hotbox any spot that I go
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| Yah
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| Steamed like a pot on the stove
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| Chase that with a shot of Patron
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| Fuck stacking my papers
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| But that just assesses I make it
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| I know boy it’s coming
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| You don’t like where I’m at
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| Then I know for a fact
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| People really hate what I’m becoming
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| I came in this game with a flow and a flame
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| Never go’n switch man the story’s the same
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| Drinking this liquor, I fuck with my niggas
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| I always deliver, that’s not gonna change
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| Ribs on a raise, tits on a frame
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| Jet fuel on a plane
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| Her ass is ridic, she grabbed on my stick
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| Trying drive me insane
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| All black everything, just like paint
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| Rolling down the block, I’m cruising
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| Ship it to the South, to the North, to the East
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| I’m moving, I’m moving
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| East and the East and the killers in the West
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| Just get smoking
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| Why you fucking with stress? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Black Everything , by - B-Real. Song from the album The Prescription, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп