| Uh, from the top Cigar
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| Odds & Evens, this is for you
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| Pick any number, it’s for you
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| Cause I beat the odds
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| And I’m gettin' even
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| Yeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album
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| Yeah, I hope you doin' what you do best
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| And I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now
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| Roll yours windows up
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| Take a ride in a 65 degree Q4−5
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| Blowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff
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| Mindin' my own, these squares don’t mean much
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| I’m on Adams, I want some J & J’s
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| Home fries, turkey, sausage, grits, and eggs
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| A lemonade, now I’m good for the day
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| Got rehearsal at 12:00, gotta bring top shelf
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| So, you know I’m faded when I’m at work
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| You’ve been to the shows, that’s my best work
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| Alkaholik pro’s — network
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| Los veteranos, experts
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| This style’s crazy, make your chest hurt
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| Weak hearts feel a spark from the pepper
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| I spit like a man that you’ve never heard
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| So if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird
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| And you know birds could never ever fuck with lions
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| It’s a small thing to a lyrical giant
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| Killa California Golden Bear
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| Spank Air’s, new wear’s at the best affairs
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| I don’t care where you come from
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| (It don’t change)
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| I spit wit a ill tongue
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| (Full blown)
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| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns
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| Rest in peace Jeff, Will, and Rob One
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| I don’t care where you come from
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| (It don’t change)
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| I spit wit a ill tongue
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| (Full blown)
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| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns
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| Odds & Evens, what the deal nigga?
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| Pop somethin'
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| I always filter out the weakness
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| My Triple Crown sound won a Preakness
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| The Belmont and Kentucky Derby
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| And all the rich chicks in the bleachers
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| I stay clean cause I’m L. A
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| Puttin' creases in my pants since first grade
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| Had to wash mom’s car every Saturday
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| Clean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away
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| Young killers runnin' wild like they go no mom
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| Ain’t if they do their mom must got some problems
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| And if she don’t, then why all the ghetto violence?
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| The kids be involved and other brothas dyin'
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| So me, I just observe with cool silence
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| Fools play victim to a mighty lion
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| Play Roulette, pick red or black
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| Odds & Evens, any number, pick a bangin' track
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| Defari bounce back, shit that nigga never left
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| Evidence proves, what I want I can get
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| I don’t care where you come from
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| (It don’t change)
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| I spit wit a ill tongue
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| (Full blown)
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| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns
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| Rest in peace Bigga B and Rob One
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| I don’t care where you come from
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| (It don’t change)
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| I spit wit a ill tongue
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| (Full blown)
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| Rhymes hit ya like stun guns
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| Odds & Evens, what the deal nigga?
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| Pop somethin' |