| It’s all about drama
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| Yeah, and that’s the way that it is
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| It’s all about drama
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| Yeah, and that’s the way that it is
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| (Verse 1: Big Scoob)
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| Man I sell drama, wholesale prices, Big Scoob
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| Come to my hood and you leave iceless
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| Feel the pain that the streets could bring
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| Feel the slugs as they hit your brain
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| BK, push through, leaving you homesick
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| Brownsville niggas make you run home quick
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| It’s like a bowling ball on your forehead
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| You can’t fight, lay your whole team down, just like a strike
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| I’m real with it, you can find me on the hill with it
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| Bring your gun you can still get killed with it
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| Two headed nickel, no tell when the cops come
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| We bring drama like dum-da-dum-dum
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| Trendsetters, crazy, don’t make me murder your baby, your baby
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| Y’all niggas wear bubble gum drawers just to pop shit
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| J-Fame, Sleepy, Vegas, all hot shit
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| It’s all about drama
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| Yeah, and that’s the way that it is
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| It’s all about drama
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| Yeah, and that’s the way that it is
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| (Verse 2: Sleepy Eyes)
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| Ay, yo, let me get a paper to write
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| Plus a pen to use, I run through tracks like
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| Carl Lewis tennis shoes
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| Run through packs and market my chemicals
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| Hump hood rats who gargle my genitals
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| Models and interludes
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| The big chrome that I ride shoot through your alloys
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| And swallow your inner tubes, I bend the rules
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| Play dirty like James Worthy
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| And quick with tools
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| Flame 30 at Jake 30
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| I skip through school
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| Play early at 8:30
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| Your clique is fools I place birdies
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| In grace early, I do this rap shit
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| For my bitches and thugs
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| Till them out of town niggas
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| Getting triples for drugs
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| Spot runners to the young chicks stripping in clubs
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| Hoop riders sticking ‘em up and switching to dubs
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| I spit like a pistol with slugs
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| So devoted, I play the block for nickels and bubs
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| (Verse 3: Celph Titled)
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| Now I might hustle some crack just to feed my seeds
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| But I ain’t got none, so every red cent is for me
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| On Columbian blocks, posting up
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| Ballsy enough to sling yayo there
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| You can say I got cocoanuts
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| Knock, knock open up
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| Guess who it is
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| It’s that boy Celph Titled with a gun to your kids
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| And my CD booklet got some 3D crook shit
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| Blueprints, diagrams and recipes to cook with
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| Any day of the week, I’m letting the tool spray
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| No need for an appointment can shoot for Tuesday
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| I got guns and songs and songs about guns
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| Had gold fronts in ‘92, robbing kids for Nike shoes
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| Look at the life we choose, we ain’t just some rappers
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| We fill coliseums, wile out and hang from rafters
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| Valedictorian from the school of hard knocks
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| So fuck Dow Jones, my rifles got large stocks
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| (Verse 4: Ali Vegas)
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| Ay, yo, I flow nice, seven digits show price
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| Struggle my whole life, hustle and roll dice
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| In the hood with the Gods, Vegas cause I’m good with the cards
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| While niggas was flipping packs, I was getting stacks
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| With a few hands of eights and few hands of penny pack
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| I can get ‘em smacked with the mac, but I ain’t really into that
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| Young Carl Bruce, swifter than mongoose, do a block with my arms loose
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| Palming my orange juice, look I live the hard knock life
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| Dickies suit, Caterpillar, Carhartt life
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| The prince don’t get along with cats
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| Ice grill me, here’s a cold shoulder to go along with that
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| I usually perform with cats, but I’m back to my biz
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| Ali Vegas uprising, that’s what it is
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| Eyes low, one of the illest from Queens
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| And I’m a body every young rapper until I’m the king, mother fucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All About Drama , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп