| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Roll that blunt (yeah)
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| Give me another toke homie
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| We ridin, pimp
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| Ooh, I guess they don’t know, I’m finna call up David
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| And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
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| So what they wanna do with us? |
| Uh, finna get’cha get’cha
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| Uh, finna get’cha get’cha get’cha get’cha
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| Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
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| I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I’m there verily
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| I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
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| Or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I’m chillin
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| Bless the world if it’s possible, I cry on my knees
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| Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
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| Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I’m feelin the brain waves rattlin
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| Tryna stop what we got, ain’t seen no cops come
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| Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain’t no sell out
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| Better leave him alone, I’ll clear this bitch out
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| Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
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| Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs — one love
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| Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
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| I don’t know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
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| Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
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| Better get rid of whatever you need
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| You better go get it remember to plant that seed
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| While I’m dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
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| Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don’t fear it
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| I blame nothin and it’s surrounded, we’re surrounded and trapped
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| Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
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| Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
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| Baby we serious and I’m not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
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| Ideologies remember scientologies, isn’t it bloody enough?
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| Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
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| Runnin from the spiritual po-po
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| Don’t act like you don’t know though cause I don’t know either
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| So y’all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
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| We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
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| I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
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| We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
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| Fucker don’t test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
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| Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
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| Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
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| Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
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| Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
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| The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I’m reborn
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| Tarnished and torn, burnin up I’m feelin scorned
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| It’s gettin warm I’m tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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| Tarnished and torn, burnin up I’m feelin scorned
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| It’s gettin warm I’m tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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| Don’t burn… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Ya, Get Ya , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album Thugs Revenge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп