| Yo man what
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| Yo y’all niggas know
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| Yo you know all that bullshit man
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| Yeah, some niggas don’t even
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| These niggas man
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| What’s the matter wid these niggas man?
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| Nah man I’m puttin this shit up
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| Fuck dat man
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| Ya’ll niggas want me to be a crook again
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| I know how to do that man don’t even play wid
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| Me like that, Yo
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| We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
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| Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
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| Floss that anything yell endorse that
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| Electric company money honey Gin Romie wrap
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| 'em like a mummy his style bummy
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| Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
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| Deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
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| Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
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| No shade’ll live in my square blow the present Clue
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| Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
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| Iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
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| React like I’m bagging up stabbing up what collect
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| A brick pop shit in the six trunk
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| Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit again
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| Why you ain’t taking this shit to be something that
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| It really is man?
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| This you life man
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| Shoalin and desert storm
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| This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
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| What What What
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| Yo, Aiyyo, yo
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| Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
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| Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
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| Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
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| Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
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| Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
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| Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
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| Voice rock don’t offend me intimidation make
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| Me blow for the station rep for one nation
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| Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
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| Losin' two wives livin' two lives
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| Crew rise American Cream new guys
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| Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
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| Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
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| Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
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| Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
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| To shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
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| Wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
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| Donny my soul cries, What
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| I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
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| Natural light up, light up, that’s my word
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| This is this is for Clue right here dunn
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| I’m third rail though half seal and I blow
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| Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
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| Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
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| Three hundred ones while floating like a
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| ?macual chest bloaw? |
| most craziest laziest
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| All I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
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| On a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
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| Plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose
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| Pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
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| Neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
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| Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
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| Livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
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| Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit
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| Clue Killuminati
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| John Gotti story right here fella
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| Huh, Yeah, Word up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brown Paper Bag Thoughts , by - DJ Clue. Song from the album The Professional, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп