| Straight out the crops
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| Straight out the crops
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| Straight out the crops
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the crops
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| Straight out the crops
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| Straight out the crops
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the stix
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| Straight out the stix
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| Who it be? |
| The doc? |
| s comin straight from the crops
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| I? |
| m thinking switches for these bitches as dirtay as Woodstock
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| And when I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertabrate
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| They pickin at yo bones, and at your watch just like a bird of prey
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| A sick son of a bitch call me the scarecrow
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| A face-painted doll, the Blair-witch with a foe foe
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| And I stay on the prow, my nose like a blood hound
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| Straight stalking muther fucker showing this how it goes down
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| This sight of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut
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| A backwoods monster shot gutted a master plot
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| To burn yo cities and murder all yo committees
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| Do? |
| to Do? |
| slangin lead never showin no pity
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| I bring the pain to ya brain though they callin me drama
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| Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead mama
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| It ain’t da same since the sane went insane mama
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| Time to show these haters how to play da fucking game mama
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| Straight out the crops I won? |
| t stop ima POP! |
| POP! |
| POP!, until they all drop
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| Straight out the stix I won’t quit, I know you feeling this shit,
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| you must be feelin this shit. |
| YEAH!
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| I comin? |
| straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
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| It be as dirty as a gathering of 2006
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| And yea I grip like a tee write the words of these pricks
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| Who all hatein throwin away because they say im a hit
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| But I ain’t apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
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| After sunning with a hatchet then these hoes ain’t doin nuthin
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| So just quit of all ya? |
| ll frontin and then get down on yo knees
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| Pray to God dat I don? |
| t find you and then dislocate yo spleen
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| Cause you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees a shear
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| Wrap my hands around yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
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| Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker than the undertaker
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| Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a hundred acres
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| Keep my name upon your mouth, keep yo ass upon da south
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| Ya mami ain’t raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
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| Please don? |
| t make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
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| Pop you like a cherry mutha fucka never test my will |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Out the Crops , by - Boondox. Song from the album Krimson Creek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп