| Omega, Black Hippy came through to switch flavors
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| Wake and bake no taters
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| Pa-pass me the ketchup I’ll homestyle fry em'
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| You niggas better catch up as swift as I am
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| I was born in Zion
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| I defeated the Lion, soul made of iron
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| Yeah, Soul made of iron
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| Now a nigga talking, now you can’t fold when you trying
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| Try for triumph
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| Survive by any means necessary even if it means dying
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| Dying! |
| Fuck the world missionary, Malcom got popped
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| Obama got in office, and I’m still on the block
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| Ain’t shit changed, the grinding never stops
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| Call it progress, and the reason why the chicks always fall in our nest
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| Two niggas getting high
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| Heh! |
| Flying objects. |
| Hehehaha! |
| Yes!
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| We got next, now forever the hippy is black interrogated by (By!)
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| Instrumentals that give me a rhythm
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| Put the maze together and blaze
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| Don’t be afraid, (Aye), See this is how we do
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| Would say I thought you knew but that would not be true
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| In fact, Be Q
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| You fags are through and like all of you teachers thus far
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| I’m passing you (Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
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| Black Hippy! |
| Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy
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| Soul!
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| Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy
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| (yeh) Black-bla-b-b-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-b-b-Black Hippy
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| Please fix ya face, we rolling up so much, anticipation
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| We finna shock the nation, Oh Shit! |
| Constipation!
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| Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches fuck hoes
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| Fuck bitches (We finna shock the nation) fuck hoes
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| Fuck bitches, (Constipation)fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes
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| Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes (As we proceed)
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| Activist
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| (black hippy) Rebel without a cause
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| Full clip left you stiff like a manikin
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| Hit him in his temple, left him at the Taj Mahal, What you on
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| I’m on some other shit, feeling like I stepped off the mother ship
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| We sabotage the government, CIA gotta evacuate when we done
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| The state troopers would call off the shooters at dead run
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| It’s going down I said
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| Boogie down, down
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| Boogie down Bronx
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| In a black borrow hound
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| Bumping Biggie like
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| Pac ain’t dead
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| Two side call it Twenty-two (Ugh)
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| I’m twenty-two and I rap like twenty zoos
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| Straight animal
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| Ace Ventura couldn’t find no cure
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| So raw probably bite off the face of Hannibal
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| Protein shakes, acid, and manure |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Constipation , by - Black Hippy. Song from the album Longterm Mentality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп