| We roll up in your city and take over for the night
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| Soon as we step out the van, we be feeling alright
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| Smoke blowing out the window, refilling my cup
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| We tour up, yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up The hotel room we’re staying in
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| tore up
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| The old ass club we’re playing in is tore up
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| The fans in the crowd are loud and tore up
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| Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up Goodness gracious, great balls of fuego
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| The van’s flyer than the Spaceballs Winnebago
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| At least it was when the tour was first starting up
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| Now it smells like feet, and has trouble starting up We going hard as fuck,
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| tearing every market up
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| Spark it up, ashes on the floor, burning carpet up
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| And all the trees, did I mention they’re free
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| Cause we get hooked up every night, quite generously In the parking lot,
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| people give us doobies and baggies
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| Now the van’s all mysterious like Scooby and Shaggy’s
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| I don’t know who you people are
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| But if you ain’t part of the tour, female, you need to leave the car Another
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| day, another show sellout
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| Then we turn the hotel out, then roll the hell out
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| Man, rock 'n' roll, never looking in the rear view
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| Train wreck coming soon to a city near you Got a DJ and a band, we crammed
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| inside a minivan
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| Hitting cities and signing titties of all my women fans
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| I got a pen in hand, eenie meenie miney mo
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| Squeeze 'em bring 'em nice and close, I’m just gonna sign em both We over here,
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| I’m drinking the local beer
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| We pounding more in one night than you did in your whole career
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| The type that promoters fear, but the fans love
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| Cause I’m the champ, put the amps and your hands up And get 'em high,
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| just one night, Knocksteady and Scrublife
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| You’re not ready, got THC as my blood type
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| My dude fans wanna smoke me out
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| All my girl fans say they got an open house We kill shows with freestyles and
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| prepared rhymes
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| Call me the mayor, this city I have declared mine
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| We travel roads, train tracks, and airlines
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| With one mission: to blow back your hairlines Every crowd, every stage,
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| every mic (Tour Up)
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| Every blunt, every joint, every pipe (Tour Up)
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| Girl I was whipped last night, was tore up
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| Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up Zo’s throwing up the in the back, he’s tore up
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| Some ho’s throwing up in his lap, she’s tore up
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| We partying all over the map, we tour up
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| Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up |