| I get tired of niggas talking about the «good old days»
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| When they still owe me money
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| Laughing at my bars and jokes when ain’t a damn thing funny
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| «Honey I’m home!» |
| whisky in tummy
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| Recliner feels like the throne
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| Forty year old negro Al Bundy clone
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| Renting three bedrooms in the colored section
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| Three kids and not a day goes by that I don’t wish I used protection
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| Probably be paid in the shade dicking bitches named Amy and Gretchen
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| Oh well! |
| This Bud’s for you
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| Taste shots in the brew, brew with the pot
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| Blunts with Newport smoke
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| You fuckin' kids better shut-up before I have to choke
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| The living shit
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| Back and forth to the bathroom to piss
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| By the end of the night incoherently mumbling
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| Stumbling in the bedroom like «fuck you bitch»
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| Wake up and pretend nothing happened
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| That’s marital bliss
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| But wait!
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| The DVD’s got special features
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| And D.O.D got them Schwarzenegger heaters
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| Choppers, egg beaters
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| Arms long enough to box with G.O.D
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| But the M.E. watch for blasphemers
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| Roadside bomb blast cost your son his femurs
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| Went to Walter Reed and he ain’t want to see ya
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| Came back to the block, hot boys talking that Benz or a Beamer
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| Rims shining, chain body, you can smell that good reefer
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| You’re broke
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| You’re mad when they come home laughing off misdemeanours
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| And they don’t like you neither
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| Call your daughter out a name like the average skeezer
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| And their bitches is bad, look like the Queen of Sheba
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| When you drinking you get to thinking you might square them off like Little
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| Caesars
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| Your woman said «chill» but that hundred proof had you nice
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| The negros lumped you, real they stabbed you with the knife
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| Punctured lung, shattered eye socket and just for fun
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| The young’uns ran your damn pockets
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| (sirens) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bill Cosby , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album History Will Absolve Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп