| Yeah…
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| You Know Sometimes I Find It Hard To Put Everything I Wanna Express In One Song
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| You Know?
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| Some Times You Gotta Go Out Side The Box When You Create…
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| Can I Talk To You? |
| (Talk To You)
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| I Just Wanna Talk To 'Ya'll
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| Can I Talk To You? |
| (Talk To You)
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| No Hooks
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| I Just Wanna Talk To You… (Talk To You)
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| No Motherfucking Watered Down Bullshit
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| Can I Talk To You? |
| (Talk To You)
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| Let Me Holla At 'Ya'll Man
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| Yeah Me Not Writing A Album Every Seven Days
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| Is As Odd As You Meeting A Reverend That Never Prays
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| It’s As Rare As Me Not Packing A Pistol In The Seventh Grade
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| It’s Like Surviving A Shot From Every Weapon Ever Made
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| See I’m On An Everlasting Endeavor For Better Days
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| Got A Vendetta For Chedda I’m Rippin' Whatever Stage
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| And I’m Way More Than Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase
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| Way More Than A Chain And Some Size Eleven J’s
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| I’m A Pyromaniac Looking For Mics To Set A Blaze
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| I’m A Psycho Brainiac Focus My Brain Never Sways
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| And My Minds A Maze With A Hundred And Eighty Seven Ways
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| For Me To Get Out My Mind And Let That Beretta Raise
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| Or Pop The Shotgun Bet You Never Met A Guage
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| Leave You Deader Than Dead Stop Your Breath It Won’t Let You Age
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| Disrespect Me Expect Me To Protect Me And Catch A Case
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| Adress Me As Leather Face Jesse Smith And Wesson James
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| Not To Spit In Heavens Face But I Live In This Hell This Place
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| Where People Are Rebellin' Sellin' Hatin' Expelling Grace
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| In The Ghetto A Piece Of Metal’s In Every Felons Waist
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| The Devil’s Peddling Wicked Thoughts At An Excelling Pace
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| Meddling In Affairs Offer Nectre You Never Taste
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| Fools And Jesters Fall Victim Hope You Rest In A Better Place
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| Maybe We Should All Pray Instead Of Measures Of Less Or Fake
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| See I’ve Been There Before Bad Weather The Pressure Makes
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| And As Strange As It Sound I Forever Will Treasure Snakes
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| Cause They Make Me Appreciate My Brethren Who Never Fake
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| Swear To God I’m Writing Albums Like Every Seven Days
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| With' No Effort Then I Crash 'Em Them Records I Never Played
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| But Today I’m Letting Letter’s Connect To Digest A Page
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| My Collective Perspectives Are Effective When Expressing Rage
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| Respected I’m Expected To Select The Domestic Cage
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| In The Pen For Felonies They Said It Would Never Pay
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| And This Is What They Say Bout You Nigguhs Who Ghetto Raised
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| Let 'Em Face Hunger And Deadly Plagues No Question They Catching Strays
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| They Sex’n They Catchin AIDS A Wretched Phaze
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| Our Community’s In It’s Like We Gotta Be Edrain James
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| Just To Dodge Obsticals Kids Homeless They Never Ate
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| Living In Shelters Momma’s Felt This Factions From Section Eight
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| And These Politicians Are Bitches With Shit They Legislate
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| Convicted Felons Are Slaves So Prisons They’d Rather Make
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| Free Labor Is Paper For Corporations In Every State
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| So They Target Us Nigguhs Man I Carry This Heavy Weight
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| I Meditate Picture Myself In Front Of Heaven’s Gates
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| Open My Eyes I’m Still In The Hood For Heaven’s Sake
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| Can I Talk To You!
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| Can I Talk To You?
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| Can I (Can I) Talk To You?
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| I Just Wanna Talk To You… Hey Wiz Talk To Them Man!
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| I Just Wanna Talk To You…
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| Can I Talk To You?
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| I Just Wanna Talk To You…
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| Can I Talk To You? |
| DJ Wiz Talking With His Hands!
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| I’m Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase… To You!
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| I’m Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase… To You… To You!
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| I’m Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can I Talk To You? , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Block Obama II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп