| Look, Ice Cube said Laugh Now, Cry Later
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| It’s sad to see us living like that till pine laid up
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| Not straight up about death or missteps
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| No regrets, just weed, sex, worldly patterns
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| I miss Vatos and Bless, I miss my sister
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| The other day my nigga was stabbed to death
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| I laughed with Step bout holy scripture
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| Holdin blunts bigger than his casket, growed amongst grass un-kept
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| Still smoking, bet he’s still blowing
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| Singin with Sam Cooke about a change comin as we keep pourin
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| Liquor out for those that passed
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| It’s killin our livers because we dying so fast
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| Low on cash, who ain’t? |
| Ain’t no jobs
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| Either you slang, you make music or you detail cars
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| You cut hair, you sell clothes or you live on charge
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| I barely got enough bread to give a cell phone bars
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| Fuck puttin bars on paper, there’s bars on the face of
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| Half my niggas, spark the Garcia Vegas and ride country
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| I’ll be damned if they stealing my pride from me
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| Fuck the world, I ain’t destined to die hungry
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| The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurt
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| The music, the soul, it’s all in the dirt
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| Lay back and just ride
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| Lay back and just ride
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| Just ride
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| Yeah, enter my zone, blunts stuffed, 'nough for self
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| Brave in this world, putting up smoke for help
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| Peace pipe under the street lights, type of wealth
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| Greenery coats the scenery, my whip turn left
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| Right away from them rollers posted up at the corner
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| Schemin to meet they quota off of niggas with soda
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| They love to get 'em together like lime and Corona
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| Twisted, like my niggas still reppin they hood
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| Don’t own a brick up in that bitch but swangin they wood
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| Going to bat for that? |
| Shit, I wish I would
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| In the thick of it, only with my Kyn I stood
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| Make sense of it with dollars only if I could
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| To trade children and a beautiful wife for a crack pipe
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| Or biddin in a system, just missin the daylight
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| Or missin in a system of hustlin all night
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| Shit must have been aight in some point of our sight
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| Till in a fashion we rationed off a portion of life
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| Coastin into a future that we strive to make bright, uh come on
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| Coastin into a future that we strive to make bright, let’s go
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| The lies, the pain, the truth, the hurt
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| The music, the soul, it’s all in the dirt
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| Lay back and just ride
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| Lay back and just ride
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| Just ride |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Acres, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Dirty Acres, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп