| Uh oh, uh oh
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| Uh oh, uh oh
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| Yea
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| -Skits-
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| Shifts on, this song kicks
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| When you hit bongs and take five hits
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| You gone, I write hits
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| I ain’t on the hustle, but my boys sell bricks
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| No snake, ain’t no snitch
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| But I know a couple that they ain’t goin' miss
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| One wish, take your pick
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| When you get shot though, where’s your clique?
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| Hey Skits ain’t no fool
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| Rap stay in school
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| This game got some rules
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| When it don’t flip, don’t rob them shoes
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| When it don’t click, don’t cop them tools
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| When it don’t bling, don’t cop those jewels
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| When you ain’t prepared, son
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| You got to square-
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| One, two, three come with me
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| Let me show you how to rip an artery
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| Let me show you how to rip your mom in three pieces
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| MC
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| I’m a beast just ask my dog, my G
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| Heat, I make it hard to breath
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| Way too deep, too far to leave
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| But I keep tricks up my sleave
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| Cause I
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| Ain’t playin', ain’t jokin'
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| leave your face open
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| Angels stay floatin'
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| Only I be chain smokin'
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| Make paper, stay focused
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| Now I’m on a plane floatin'
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| I got the name growin'
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| In case you ain’t notice
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| -Dopey-
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| I’m having flashbacks, holes in your snapback
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| Ain’t got a backpack, I’m a clap back
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| You taking over, no we can’t have that
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| Put numbers on the board and that’s that
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| Stick together like a wolf pack
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| Dutch flag and the Union Jack
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| The warden had sent precision attack
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| Watch how the whole world turns pitch black
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| -Jay-
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| Yeah, big Mack, slick cat
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| I wanna know where my real niggas at
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| Bitch slap, riffraff
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| I got some real white boys in the back
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| They ready to roll up motherfucker
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| Smoke big blunts, I don’t need no binaca
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| Big Poppa, shocka
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| What we got for the tribe and shit
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| Live as shit, you mind your bitch
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| Lookin' like a dime, I grind those tits
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| -Dopey-
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| Take a few hits to prepare for the blitz
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| My name be growin', emotions are mixed
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| Always stay hatin', you’ll never admit
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| Your system’s hacked in just a few clicks
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| Put it in the box like a corner kick
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| I was bored of school, you was born a prick
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| You don’t play no more, losers always quit
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| We stayed focused on how to make it
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| Face it your mind-state's basic
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| You can’t take it how we just take shit
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| You unfit and we just goin' get
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| Rags to riches, I ain’t done yet
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| Cause I
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| Yeah
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| In case you ain’t notice
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| It’s a take over
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| Yeah, Dope D.O.D
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| We make this shit look easy
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| Be on the beats
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| The Reaper, the Vicious, the Rotten
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| And we out bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Square One , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Master Xploder, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп