| Bitch, I'm feelin' like the Baja man the way I let them dogs out
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| Weapon up on my body, steppin' to Bones will be the wrong route
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| What in the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?
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| Your whole shit is going south
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| Bitch, I am the WeatherMan, I clap and now it's pourin' out
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| Rain rain, go away
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| Layin' back up in my grave
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| Blunt smoke runnin' all through my veins
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| Sun is up, I hide away
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| Shoot like I'm Hardaway
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| If you ever step in range
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| If you never seen me snap, I promise you never witness rage
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| Bitch, I be rollin' in the rain (backseat, bleedin' out)
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| Shit'd be different if I change, but that ain't an option now
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| Blinkin', I was darkened out, storm clouds, rollin' out
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| Morticians, they see me and they swiftly roll the red carpet out
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| Back up in my zone (Zone)
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| I am what is wrong (Wrong)
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| Ride up to the cemetery, Daddy's home (What?)
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| Smoke another one (Down)
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| Pour another cup (Up)
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| I don't need much to continue my roll |