| I’mma take 'em back to the days
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| When we used to stay
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| Down in the basement
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| Jack Frost was comin'
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| The winter was among us and the snow fell hard
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| So we got so fucked up we couldn’t feel the cold
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| Your neck all gold and your wrists all froze
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| But what the fuck that mean when the reaper at your door?
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| The weakness in your flow
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| I peeked it from the jump
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| Whole body numb every day I’m fucked up
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| Don’t mean to showboat
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| But I am just so-so
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| Deaf like Dupree when I’m hearin' your solo
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| My pants is cargo
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| The blunt like Sade
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| Smooth operatin' 'til we all get paid
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| Hey
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| You got cash to blow
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| That’s fine, I still know a better place it could go
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| Like a Detroit group home
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| Rock like Cubone
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| BONES stay spittin' like a motherfuckin' tooth gone
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| Everything fine, everything good
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| I don’t got shit to complain about
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| Earth fucked up, everybody fucked
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| There ain’t no point for me to shout
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| I’m like the Mink Man
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| I sic my dogs on ya
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| I’m like the fish man
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| Put a fish tank in your Civic
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| So prolific
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| .44 tippin'
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| Keep a 33 on my back like Pippen
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| For all y’all trippin'
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| No more bitchin'
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| To me, motherfucker
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| You know I can’t give in
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| Way too focused
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| I’m way too noticed, the young Russian prince
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| And I ain’t even fuckin' from there
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| No one compares to us, it’s almost unfair
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| Swear on my mama it isn’t
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| You could scream in our direction
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| Still never get our attention (It's real)
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| (What)
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| Everything fine, everything good
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| I don’t got shit to complain about
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| Earth fucked up, everybody fucked
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| There ain’t no point for me to shout |