| This messed up in here right now, mayne
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| You got boys, wearing skinny jeans, bragging bout clothes like that’s what that
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| is, mayne
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| Smell like urnation around here, mayne
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| Sentation knamsayin?
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| I done peep the snece
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| Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline
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| So I already just do my solo thang (me too)
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| Other day it was a fighting population
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| This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
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| Almost got his face knocked off by this West Coast cat
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| (Texas Go Hard!)
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| Crooked I (Let's get em!)
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| Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C.
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| Pumps in my trunk on my L.D.T.
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| Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe
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| Who’s next on the west, might as well be me
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| Fast get mad cause I ain’t drop a album
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| Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come?
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| A better question how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths I can’t leave the
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| house without one? |
| (BLAH!)
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| Keep it real I don’t need imiations
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| Go hard to club, I don’t need invitations
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| Your artist suck, Crooked go hard as fuck
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| Niggas go hard as nuts, like seed limitations (Ow)
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| Lyrical genius I breathe in a faishon
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| Waiting to drop my CD but I’m patient
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| Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out
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| I can hit the streets for this cheese that I’m chasin (yeah)
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| Tony Touch told me not to conform
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| Now I coming at you like a tropical storm
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| And I knock it down every fuckin' obstacle formed
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| Not to conforms like a Mormon who shoplift for porn
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| After you rocking we on
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| Gimme the mic, I’m a rock till the dawn
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| I’m a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun
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| With a big gun treat me like Pac when I’m gone
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| Your everything I need (sup Chamillionaire?)
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| Everything I want baby, everything I need
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| Do what’cha want me too (your all we need)
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| I would do, Everythang (Southwest connection)
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| When start money for you (Knamtalkinbout?)
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| Oooohhhhhhhhh baby (R.I.P. Pimp muthafuckin' C) Yeah
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| What else is there to do? |
| (R.I.P. Easy muthafuckin' E)
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, but I’ll try
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| Yeah
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| I know I’m sick enough to bless you Ha-choo!
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| The whole industry is gonna feel that flu
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| The industry is wanting me to sell out too
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| I ain’t goin lie, Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you
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| Texas in my blood, Pimp C and Screw
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| Real close to my heart like a new tattoo
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| Everybody that I’m looking at ain’t true
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| I guess I got a Crooked I and I’m just like you
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| Fans chat everyday about sells
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| Both in the sink you can save yourselfs
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| Show ya how to swim and I do it no help
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| Me and y’all can’t talk if it ain’t about mail
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| Last time I wore a backpack I was in school
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| Silly little trends try’na playa confused
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| Skinny little jeans y’all look like some fools
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| I don’t talk too much so they say that I’m rude
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| Was a duece-duece now I’m on a duece-six
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| Money getting made and it look like you sick
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| Wanna take mine but there’s nothing you get
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| And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick
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| Get rich, tick-tick-tick BOOM!
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| Sliver I never really seen that spoon
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| Plies ain’t here so you can assume
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| That I’m the realest rapper that you seeing in the room
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| Got a deal with me, wont do the deal for free
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| Was getting currency since C was still with P (who?)
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| Currency I know you feel me G
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| I ain’t come with a army but never will retreat
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| Ya girl’s still a freak, that girl feeling me
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| I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
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| Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak
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| Can’t listne to a tape and not hear the street
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| Man another bites to dust, mayne
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| They goin have to step they game up, mayne
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| This one percent juice aint cuttin it mayne
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| One percent fruit juice, man
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| Man I need some perservates, man
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| (They starving us man)
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| Some electrolytes man (laughs]
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| Crazy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything (feat. Crooked I) , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп