| She was born in the grassy hillside of Bernal Heights
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| Where the grass was greener, with the chill type demeanor
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| Her name was Carolina, glad to meet ya
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| Why don’t we paint a picture, I’ll bring my easel
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| Express yourself girl, I know you need to
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| And then we’ll «e some poetry
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| Haikus and ten-bar similes
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| Cause you know (know, know, know, know)
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| (What you know?)
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| The world is yours
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| (Yes it is)
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| So turn your dreams, to reality
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| That’s what it’s made for
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| And let’s sing a song together
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| (Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song)
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| Let’s sing a song together
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| Let’s sing a song together
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| (Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song)
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| Let’s sing a song together
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| Nah really, express something silly
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| Sing a song to get them hopping like toad on lily
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| Oh really, you’re Pisces, well me I’m a Taurus
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| So swim into this verse and headfirst into this chorus
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| Of course, my head is enormous
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| Filled with all these fantasies far from a Lamborghin'
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| More like jumping 50 feet on a trampoline
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| And a Big Dippin in her Milky Way, I’m sampling
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| Cause you know, (know, know, know)
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| (What you know?)
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| The world is mine, yes it is
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| Cause I’ve been plottin' on you (Since when?)
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| Since 1999
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| I say let’s sing a song together
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| (Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song)
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| Let’s sing a song together
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| Let’s sing a song together
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| (Sing a song, sing a song, sing a song)
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| Let’s sing a song together
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| Watch this nigga flip this script upside
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| Down like a cigarette head on the ash tray
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| Flicking it, flicking through these channels as I see
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| False reality, TV, nigga twitch, slap her
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| Knock a pimp straight down in his pimp cup
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| That’s the way you get stomped out in these black chucks
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| Walk around like I’m really strapped with the GAT tucked
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| Told these ninjas since duck tape I done had enough
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| «Mummifieded"face with the duck tape Slightly King tut
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| Keepin' Nefertiti slim waist with the round butt
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| Rah un nefer amen
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| Really metu neter from five till ten
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| Etching with the flow watch this gold coin spin
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| Universal with the flow no beginning or end
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| Tap into this universe and watch your orbit spin
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| These niggas ain’t relating let me speak it more clean
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| If energy is never destroyed or created
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| It never shall expire just recycle and remake it
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| It don’t matter if that bodies been buried or cremated
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| That spirit lives on call it reincarnation
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| What the funk is YOLO bounce back like pogo
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| Only nigga on the low riding round in a kimono
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| You know its always epic if you play it back in slowmo
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| Round house the beat and take a nap up in the dojo
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| Yeah, that’s my favourite song
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| Tell the DJ run back my favorite song
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| Yeah, one my more
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| Yeah, that’s my favourite song
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| Play it all out
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| I hate my favorite song
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| Call me that radio killer, killer
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| Call me that radio killer, killer
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| Call me that radio killer, killer
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| Yeah, everybody wanna get high but
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| Check it out check it out
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| I did roll in the back of the bus like all my life
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| It’s funny though cause that’s where I found my wife
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| Man I hate the bus I’d rather just ride my bike
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| Pray that ass on my handlebars and everything all right |