| Whip smoked out, windows cracked
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| Smoke billows out
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| Whoopie in the back
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| Dipping dab, choking bitches out
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| Limo tints, painted black
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| No jokes, we’re about
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| Everything in fact, I made a pact
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| Get it in and out
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| Started in my yard
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| A few trees, nothing major
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| Some years later
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| I be blowing out the fucking flavor
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| OGs from OGs and more trees
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| Passing through the valley
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| Southern Cali
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| Fucking smell the breeze
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| Wanna see me?
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| Make a call to my office
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| And my nurses make appointments
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| Take a card for your wallet
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| I’mma call away
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| Call on me but don’t
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| Try to fuck my homie
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| You’re Tony, I’m Salsa
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| You fucking little monkey
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| I got the product
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| Who want it, who want it
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| Put your money up on it
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| Put your money up on it
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| You know I’m 'bout it
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| I got it, you want it
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| Put your money up on it
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| Put your money up on it
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| Sitting on stacks, hundred packs
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| Racks spilling out
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| Ain’t no babies on the track
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| Black jack, chipping out
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| Fitted fucking hat
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| Greenthumb, and it’s written out
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| You wonder where I’m at
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| You silly bum, can’t get it out
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| I fill out my prescriptions
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| Anytime for my patients
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| My survival in the game
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| It made it hard for you fakers
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| Take a second, breathe it out
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| Don’t be reaching for no heaters
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| See my nurses got you locked
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| I’ll burn you down and throw the beat on
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| Rat-a-tat-tat
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| Body bags in the trunk
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| Wish you had a body double
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| When the Doctor calls your number
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| I know that my new competition
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| There’s a code that we live with
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| Don’t be fucking with another’s grind
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| Mind your position
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| Come on
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| I got the product
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| Who want it, who want it
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| Put your money up on it
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| Put your money up on it
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| You know I’m 'bout it
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| I got it, you want it
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| Put your money up on it
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| Put your money up on it
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| (I know you want that jet fuel)
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| Put your money up on it
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| (You want that Paris OG)
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| Put your money up on it
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| (You want that fucking m-dog)
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| Put your money up on it
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| (If you fuck with Dr. Greenthumb)
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| Put your money up on it
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| Living the life many others would dream
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| People would kill to be part of the team
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| Steady we rolling and holding the green
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| Growing you knowing a part of the theme
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| Haters to hate when I show them the way
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| Watching them plotting the paper I chase
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| Only for soldiers committed
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| The hustle for nothing
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| You fronting that bitches I slay
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| I ball 'til I fall
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| Get it all
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| See the Doctor stunting
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| You could make a call for the loud
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| It ain’t nothing
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| See me pushing out
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| Will spin you in the rear view
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| Screaming out my name
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| But the Doctor cannot hear you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Up On It , by - B-Real. Song from the album The Prescription, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп