| I'm on whiskey, you're on zipette
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| Not the same life, not the same problems
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| Yeah I'm not like them, ready to take life
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| I'm loco in my head, I have to fart, fart, fart
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| Who is it there? |
| It's me, I fuck you
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| Stoned, the smile on the lips
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| I wonder why every time it shit
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| To believe that bad luck runs through my veins
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| Loco, loco, I'm freaking out
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| The gue-dro is in the ve-ca
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| Solo, solo, I'm talking to Toka, bang, bang
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| I want the world, you want the vida loca
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| My seum rolled up in a ton-car
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| I get shot by your folla, gang gang
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| I'm crazy crazy, beat the balls of the big game game
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| Fucking hope, fucking man, fucking dream, fucking throne, fucking shit,
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| fucking bad luck, fucking life, fucking tess, fucking honor, fucking wrong,
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| fucking traitor, fucking time, fucking hess
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| All year round, I'm looking for biff in the area
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| And I have to rap to sell more the gue-dro
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| If it misses, it's the mektoub, yeah, I smoke a cone
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| I'm in a vice, I'll spare you my problems-pro
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| All year round, I'm looking for biff in the area
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| And I have to rap to sell more the gue-dro
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| If it misses, it's the mektoub, yeah, I smoke a cone
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| I'm in a vice, I'll spare you my problems-pro
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| I've got fangs, crocodile on the pants
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| And I bomb, head glued to the headrest
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| I get the top off, I'm not here to play the star
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| We're having a good time, cool we'll party
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| No I haven't changed, I hang out in the city
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| I've been hanging out with the same faces since the first 100 G
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| I see my life parade, like a ricochet
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| Time ran out, I had to hold on
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| I have the feeling that they resent me, I do things in silence
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| I'm out of the building, I want to see other things but hey, it takes time
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| Like having faith igo without praying, and if I bare my fangs it's to see them
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| yell
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| Brother don't rock the street, if you wanna get away with it
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| Anonymous call and the cops come
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| Lots of snitches in the neighborhood, yeah it's bad
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| I drag the drug in the evening in the sabats
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| You invest in the field, it has to be profitable
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| Still unaware of the facts, the little ones burn cars
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| Ready to race you in the street my friend, if you don't pay they will make a mistake for you
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| The desire to drop everything if you knew, in this fucking game I'm a passenger
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| The young people of the neighborhood end up condemned, put themselves in danger for better
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| settle down
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| All year round, I'm looking for biff in the area
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| And I have to rap to sell more the gue-dro
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| If it misses, it's the mektoub, yeah, I smoke a cone
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| I'm in a vice, I'll spare you my problems-pro
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| All year round, I'm looking for biff in the area
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| And I have to rap to sell more the gue-dro
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| If it misses, it's the mektoub, yeah, I smoke a cone
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| I'm in a vice, I'll spare you my problems-pro |