| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Step back as I'm kicking up dust
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| For a while
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| As I put mothafuckas to rest
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| And pull their files
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| Out from the cabinet
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| With the picture
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| Get the 45 and settle it
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| With this punk nigga
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| Slow your roll
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| As I take control
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| Take your toke from the Indo'
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| Then hit and hold
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| Now let it out
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| How you feel when the herb
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| Got you by the balls
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| And you're coughing up a lung anyhow
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| You can't shake
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| That nigga that's gonna brake
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| Fool
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| On any one member of your bitch crew
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| As I pull the trigger
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| On my nine
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| Say goodnight nigga
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Any last prayers before you die
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
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| You ain't never caught a rabbit
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| So you ain't no friend of mine
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| It's a habit
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| Barkin' up your tree with my nine
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| Keep your bitch on a leash or at home
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| A nick knack
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| Paddywack
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| Give the dog a bone
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| The raw dog
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| Fuck a law dog
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| Still handin' out beat-downs wit' my sawed-off
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| Cause a every now and then I got to knuckle up
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| Buckle up
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| Chin checking
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| It's on I reckon
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| It's the wild wild west
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| Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
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| Let me guess
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| Everybody wanna test
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| Everybody burning up, gonna get burned like Ses
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| Lodi Dodi
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| We're fucking everybody
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| Boom biddy bye
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| Sing the lullaby
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| In the party
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Any last prayers before you die
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
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| Yes yes ya'll
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| To the beat ya'll
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| Watch a punk slipin' see the puto fall
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| I'm buck-loody
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| Looking for the nigga who wanna cut me
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| Cause the nigga gets so funky
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| Fool I'm the one
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| From The big bad Cypress Hill clique, a
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| Number one son of the funk freaka
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| Yes yes ya'll
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| I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast ya'll
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| Comin' from the west ya'll
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| But I figure
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| You'd cry like a bitch
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| Don't twitch
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| Cause I just might pull the trigga
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| Now lay down
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| Stay down
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| Don't move a muscle if you see your homeboy's brains on the ground
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| Don't fuck don't say nothin'
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| You fuck around and I might get ragamuffin
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Line up on the floor now you' all gonna die
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
|
| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
|
| Any last prayers before you die
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
|
| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
|
| Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
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| I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
|
| Any last prayers before you die
|
| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Rock-a-bye nigga boom biddy bye bye
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| It's time to die
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Time to say good-bye
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Now it's time to die
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| Boom biddy bye bye
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| Now it's time to die |