| Yo, life’s a challenge
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| My eyes have seen madness
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| I ain’t a but believe I’m well balanced
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| All these bitches wanna give me kiss kiss like Holly Valence
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| I roll rough with my afro puff like Lenny Kravitz
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| Uh, smoking zoots with my brother Coops
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| If a girls acting I drop her and find another loop
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| Smoking back to back about to roll another zoot
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| Where I’m from they stab and shoot
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| Welcome to London Zoo
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| People tell me slow down you know they onto you
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| I’m like fuck feds, they think they’re smart but they ain’t got a clue
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| They know we’re ganja farmers but they ain’t got no proof
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| They can’t harm us, we’re hungry like piranhas
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| Catch me in the Bahamas, chilling in the sun
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| Drinking coconut water, that’s the life that I love
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| Married to marijuana, that’s my wife and my love
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| I keep it green, weed only that’s my choice of drug, what
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| Different day (different day), same shit (same shit)
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| Cruising through the city in my spaceship (spaceship)
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| Thirty miles an hour, I ain’t racing
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| I drive slow, looking out the window at these faces
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| Same shit (same shit), different day (different day)
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| I smoke trees, I ain’t sniffing yey
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| I’m smoked out, the cars in a blaze
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| I see police behind gotta tuck my piff away
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| Yeah, living life like I’m supposed to be
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| You know I’m hired up, always smoking weed
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| Ten ten you ain’t gotta ask about the potency
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| I’m rolling up a baseball bat, is rolling his
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| Blowing trees till the day that I die
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| In hell, excel, when look up at the sky
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| Staring at the moon and stars
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| Thinking about the colony on mars
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| Puffing on this green broccoli, I’m charged
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| There’s no stopping me, five seven but I am large
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| Feds are on to me, so I got to switch up my cars
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| Girls are on to me, taking off knickers and bras
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| Everywhere I go they wanna take pictures and laugh
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| 'Cause it’s a blessing to have people relate to your bars
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| Got so many strains sitting in different jars
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| I love options, marijuana is my medicine
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| Don’t need doctors or pills, I’m one hundred percent real
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| Different day (different day), same shit (same shit)
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| Cruising through the city in my spaceship (spaceship)
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| Thirty miles an hour, I ain’t racing
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| I drive slow, looking out the window at these faces
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| Same shit (same shit), different day (different day)
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| I smoke trees, I ain’t sniffing yey
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| I’m smoked out, the cars in a blaze
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| I see police behind gotta tuck my piff away
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| Crushed a couple buds, rushed more than a couple spuds
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| Weed and alcohol means I’ve only done a couple drugs
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| Real recognise, real is just a feel
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| Me and Black jumped a couple tracks to show you all the deal
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| Truth can seal
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| Is it me or has this game lost it’s thrill
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| All these routine rappers sounding desperate for the deal
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| I just chill, kick back and let prophecy’s fulfill
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| I’m past ill
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| Tryna advance still with enhanced skill
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| I drive around spitting bars to an instrumental
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| I hate the fakes and the facades, love the quintessentials
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| Essence in the air, it’s like I’m teaching lessons when I’m here
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| Mr Coops, I make you put your hands up and stand up
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| If it ain’t a stick up you’re a fan 'cause
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| I’m trying to break the bank, take all that you’ve got without saying thanks
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| While I’m kicking back, puffing on this dank
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| Different day (different day), same shit (same shit)
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| Cruising through the city in my spaceship (spaceship)
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| Thirty miles an hour, I ain’t racing
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| I drive slow, looking out the window at these faces
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| Same shit (same shit), different day (different day)
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| I smoke trees, I ain’t sniffing yey
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| I’m smoked out, the cars in a blaze
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| I see police behind gotta tuck my piff away |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song London Zoo, artist - Black The Ripper. Album song In Dank We Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп