| Gangrene, I’m slumped and I can’t see shit
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| Rolling up the ganja, the crew is a slant lean
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| Medusas and camps team fit (Shrooms and a doob)
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| Mix it and proceed to hallucinate, Lucifer playing Wii-Fit
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| With a wide stance and a lance, think I’m just tripping off the
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| Sounds of psy-trance in my pants pronounced Dickies
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| Not showing you really want it, I’m taking your shit (Give me that!)
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| We open the shutters with no piggy back
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| Rough, raspy with flows that’s buck nasty
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| Just last week hit a dip with plump ass cheeks
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| Creep dissing but you do not step upon the lad’s sneaks
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| No refunds, nigga, you chose this stuff actually
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Smoke in front of customers, get 'em accustomed to it
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| Lush, fluent in the language of philosophy
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| Dangerous like popping 360s in some soccer cleats
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| He with it, only living for the days where I sway like the rocking beams
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| Grades up, got a J tucked in the pocket tee
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| See, all of these niggas praise us, watch them jock the steeze
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| I’m in a daze counting broccoli
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| Before you ship projects, make sure the crate is stamped Polynesia
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| Yes, it is I, the accomplice of the samurai
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| Sick flows, hoes, and weed, and still camera-shy
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| And we throw in bananas when them hammers fly
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| Learn to use my grammar with my manners so I will be fine
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| Later on, please don’t hit my line if you isn’t trying
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| I got work, less than what it’s worth, please respect the grind
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| Decapitating lines, capture all the minds
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| Could give 'em all of the science, but they still committing crimes
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| We rookies to the game, testing waters
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| Be on this local shit, but still I’m trying to take it farther
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| ?, plugged in with his Asian father
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| Kanisono in Japan whipping base, he make it harder
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| Your team full of bench players, we a bunch of starters
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| And Nick will dunk on your players regardless, we fucking heartless
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| Threw Monty a alley, he lost it, he fucking lost it
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| Been stuck in this hideous process, I can’t be processed
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| But no one got belief in me, I see the tree
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| Should I take the fruit or should I leave? |
| Is it the key?
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| Bitch, I’m high as hell and moving keys, that’s by the kilo
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| Man with delivery, come spin with me
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| Me and Watson got that killer beat, Ms. Hilary
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| Take a trip into your memory and you will see
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| I ain’t lying I’m done trying, producer named Psymun
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| All these rappers got a mouth but when they see us stay silent
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| K-Breeze stay styling, we ain’t scared of violence, this shit
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| Timeless, hotter than saunas with prima donnas and your highness
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| The way I’m grinding, you would think I wrote the finest
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| Nu Age taking off, and that’s a promise, in the future, you won’t find us
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck
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| Roll up, nigga, cause I’m trying to get high as fuck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chinamen , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп