| Yeah
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| Now ever since I can remember I been living blue collar
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| Searching for something, trying to make a few dollars
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| I was never too polished, and never on the fly list
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| Them shorties used to tell me I needed a new stylist
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| My birthdays came
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| Instead of selling me a promise
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| My mom, was dead honest
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| Like «Yo, we ain’t got it»
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| Better be a Rhodes scholar
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| Trying to make, son outta, the school of the hood
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| That be the ghetto alma mater
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| Its a long drawn out saga, like The Godfather
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| Coming up this hard, it made a nigga rock solid
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| Now I be the top shotter, heart of a Rottweiler
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| The boss that learned to move cautious as Assata
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| I don’t take shit for granted, I’m strong single-handed
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| And I ain’t quick to panic, but I can’t lift the planet
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| My one and only concern is that ya’ll understand it
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| If it’s understood, then good, I’m taking this advantage
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| I’ve been waiting for them cameras, the stage is mine
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| I’m coming up, but I still got a ways to climb
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| It ain’t a reason I should fall off or change my grind
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| I’ll be alright, as long as I heed the danger signs
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| Come on!
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| I just wanna fly, can’t get away
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| This type of shit happens everyday
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| (This ain’t funny, so don’t you dare laugh)
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| Straight and narrow, as the flight of a sparrow
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| Stalking through the jungle have you paro as a pharaoh with a bad toe
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| Seat up in a beat up Camaro
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| How you 'posed to shoot for the moon with one arrow?
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| And no bow. |
| Don’t blow your hibachi
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| Look like a Ferrari 'cept its only a mirage
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| Troopered out, but choose to go the stupid route
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| Catheter on and a half of a moon in a putrid mouth
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| Keep the name out
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| Heck, check the repertoire
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| Right there where it say «who catch wreck and kept it raw»
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| Accepted in the name of Allah, a leopard’s paw
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| Swept it, and stepped it like (Zakah and Nekobaa?)
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| Ask questions later
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| Villain, the invader in a mask for the paper
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| Spent the cake on a light rice bowl
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| Wouldn’t waste a wait on a date off the lice pole
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| Dice roll, it’s like he know magic, hat trick
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| Writing flows that make Little Mikey go spastic
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| It’s so drastic, pass the cash quick
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| Don’t get your monkey-ass kicked for no plastic
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| Take it all back in a tall pack, don’t stack, bozack
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| Hit him if you need some mo' crack, go pro-black
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| That’s the price for a tad of bad advice
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| At least he got fat 20's and he mad nice |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad Nice, artist - Dangerdoom. Album song The Mouse & The Mask, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп