| Woulda, shoulda, coulda
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| All you hear from the do-gooders
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| Play the game the right way
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| Fuck that, launch the thirty footers (Hibachi)
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| I’m out here cookin'
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| I got recognized at the butcher, like
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| «All due respect, are you woods or you not?»
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| (I'll take the lamb chops)
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| Said he recognized the voice from somewhere
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| Listened to the tape and compared, over the years
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| I forget white people is born police, impressed
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| I guess I need a new place to buy meat, I dress
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| Fish collar with the lemon cheek
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| Just holler if you see the white sheets
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| I owe you one
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| Chew on a roll of TUMS, video shoot look mad fun
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| Nickelodeon blunts, fake money in the sun, laughin' (Laughin')
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| Laughin' (Laughin')
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| (That shit is warpin' my soul)
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| Your favorite rapper can’t afford to go broke
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| Or crack up, old fans crack jokes
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| Old boasts make for some cold quotes
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| Rappers dyin' in they sleep
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| I’m watchin' Mike Eagle on TV
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| It ain’t just luck chief
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| Reunion album with the fucked up teeth
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| They clownin' you
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| But this how it be when hand 'em out
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| How you learn to eat
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| This what it look like when OGs come home with baggy jeans
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| Suspicious like, «it ain’t nothin' in that weed?»
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| Confused like, «how it ain’t no drums and a beat?»
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| Only certainty is he done with the streets
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| Told me if he go up again, it will end at the end of a sheet
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| Said «sometimes you just know you beat»
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| You sit on your momma couch and watch the game
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| Right here in your momma house, where I learned the trade
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| I haven’t been around, she showin' her age
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| Paid my respect
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| She’s polite, but doesn’t look me in my face |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trivial Pursuit , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album Terror Management, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп