| I’m a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet
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| Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant
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| A rock star poppin' roxies and bars
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| Used to flip bud now just rappin' cop me a car
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| No tellin', Connecticut felon, I GPS ‘em
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| And find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman
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| I never cease to impress ‘em
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| I cardiac arrest ‘em
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| With every studio session I’m killin' ‘em, no question
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| Webb’s back, better hold your breath when I’m rhyming homes
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| I murder beats, I’m Jonah Hex on the microphone
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| Fiends saying I’m the dopest yet
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| And haters? |
| I shrug ‘em off until my fucking shoulders sweat
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| I’m breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones
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| Sword in hand, I’m the winner playing the Game of Thrones
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| Fuck beef, my rapping style’s filet mignon
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| Gettin' drunk, fuck yo' driver, somebody take me home
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| (Take me home)
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| Take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
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| (Take me home)
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| Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
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| (Take me home)
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| Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
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| (Take me home)
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| Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
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| (Take me home)
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| Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
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| I know that I should change, but I don’t really think I can
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| It’s just part of my nature — I never cracked, I never ran
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| The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam
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| I always kept on fighting, that’s exactly who I am
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| And this is who I am, no way that I can change it
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| I’m buckwild, stupid, and dangerous
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| My best friends are not strangers
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| These are the motherfuckers I hang with
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| We speak the same language
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| And I ain’t saying French, English, or Spanish, or Spanglish
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| I mean pain and anguish, this cocaine slangin' bang-bang shit
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| MAC-11s that we aim with
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| In other words, I’m rolling with the same clique I came with
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| I’m the sameness and fuck being famous
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| Fame dreams are for groupies
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| I’m a real-life gangster that you ain’t seen in the movies
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| What I mean is I’m truly off the hook
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| Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I’m that Boston crook
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| (Take me home)
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| Take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
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| (Take me home)
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| Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
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| (Take me home)
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| Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
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| (Take me home)
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| Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
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| (Take me home)
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| Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
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| I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back
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| Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag
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| I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me
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| Stealing all the fucking insulin from Wilford Brimley
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| «Diabetes,» rappers could never beat us
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| I been spittin' shit like this since I was just a fuckin' fetus
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| Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome
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| Rollin' up the Diesel, I’m burning like Jim Rome
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| Bitch!
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| Yeah, standin' here’s a man with the past, the inspiration
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| For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient
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| The infiltration of the game
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| Born from a central hatred of fame
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| A pencil shaking with pain
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| An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I became
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| My paragaphs' insane: they’re futuristic pictures of the past from which I came
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| And this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son
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| My whole career’s a robbery that they could never scoop me from
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| (Take me home)
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| Take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
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| (Take me home)
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| Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
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| (Take me home)
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| Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Take me home now bitch
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| (Take me home)
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| Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch
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| (Take me home)
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| Lanes ‘cause you know that I’m famous and I’m rich
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| (Take me home)
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| Eyes on the road, take me home now bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take Me Home , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album There Goes The Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп