| Either I’m slidin' through in that fuckin' coupe
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| Or I’m rollin' dope on my fuckin' stoop
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| But either way it’s ok we can get it anyday
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| See I light the blunt and then I lose the roof
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| My drugs kill 'em like homicide
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| Eyes replaced with them dollar signs
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| They get on board let alone the grind
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| I’ve been searching all night and I’ve yet to find
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| Another one like I
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| Team like mine
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| We feed em' drugs and we watch em' die
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| I never talk, I never walk
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| I’m posted smokin' should I let it spark
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| I’m steady hoping that you trynna bark
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| I got dogs in the yard, bitch make the call
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| Let 'em off the chain and come down like rain
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| And wash you and your whole dead team away
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| Thunder and lightning, it’s storming outside
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| See that it’s Bones so you cannot just hide
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| See that it’s SESH so you cannot deny
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| If you don’t abide, get ready to die
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| Thunder and lightning, it’s storming outside
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| See that it’s Bones so you cannot just hide
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| See that it’s SESH so you cannot deny
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| If you don’t abide get ready to die
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| Ready to die, ready to die
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| If you don’t abide get ready to die |