| Hmm, yeah
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| This just one of them days when yo’ass just wanna chill out
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| and motherfuckers be all in yo’ear and shit, yknowhatI’msayin?
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| Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
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| blowin all yo’high away
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| Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh
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| but it happens, yknowhatI’msayin? |
| Yo Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
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| How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
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| How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
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| You got it like I got it or not?
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| If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout
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| When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth
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| When you end up becomin so dependent on weed
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| that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine
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| You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
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| Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
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| Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
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| that’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll
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| But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto
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| Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs
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| You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and
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| Blow, my, buzz
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| You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz
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| (Do what you want to) And I’m gon’sit here and just roll, my, drugs
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| (Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up
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| (I might just whoop yo’ass) Just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool
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| Bitch let me in the house (Avon?)
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| No, I just came to eat your mother out
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| It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go 'head!)
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| Bizarre sit yo’nasty ass down
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| I spot this fat bitch from across the room
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| Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!)
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| My face is pink, lookin for a sink
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| And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink
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| It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore)
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| Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin
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| Don’t call me Bizarre, I’m the Reverand Jesse Jackson
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| Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?
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| It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions
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| But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’last beer (f'real)
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| Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’bitch to bring here ass here
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| I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare
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| And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear
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| When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere
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| They don’t go until I let 'em know a mag’is sittin here
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| I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ass wanna hear?
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| I didn’t answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay?
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| You want some yea? |
| I’ll front yo’ass a play
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| But other than that, get the hell out my face
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| Because you niggaz tryin to Yo Denaun you seem shook
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| I really am dawg look
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| This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook
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| Aww man you probably lead her on I just bought her a beer!
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| I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears
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| I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin
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| Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
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| the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids
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| Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone
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| Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home
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| Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs
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| Go kill yourself
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| Fuck you!
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| Well stop blowin my buzz!
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| I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back
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| with a slut on my arm while I’m downin the 'gnac
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| Got the pills in my system, floatin around
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| Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth
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| Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I’m goin def like old senile men
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| Only one good demo out of three thousand
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| (Yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin)
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| Next nigga that bump me, I’ma do the Humpty
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| and elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me
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| (Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit)
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| Whassup fool? |
| Fuck you punk!
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| (Motherfucker, the fuck? It’s on fool it’s on! Whassup then nigga?)
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| We’ll be cool
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| We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed
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| Smoke my weed.
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| I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; |
| just shut the fuck up while I’m just tryin to get blowed
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| Spittin to me some mo'. |
| (hehehe) |