| Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter
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| I’m in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin' beat up duster
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| Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars
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| Y’all git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars
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| Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer
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| Just ah pillow sack
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| and ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat
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| Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent
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| Y’allz got it made, we broke and starvin' barely payin' the rent
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| Sleepless nights, alligator tears
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| Mommy arguin' wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers
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| 911 Mr. Po, Po dey ain’t happy wit day marriage
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| Pops tryn’a beat her down and make her have a miscarriage
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| My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days
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| She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids
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| I told her I love her but you know what she said to me
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| Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family
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| You ain’t the only one wit a reject in yo family
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| That’s real
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| The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned
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| Seasoned that we fill our paper want disappear
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| Ohe, hey it’s been a long time in the bay
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| with God on our side we have somethin' to say
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| and the and through the hard times we survive the game
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| Survive the game
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| If y’all smell onions dat’s my arms potent
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| the reason I’m musty is 'caus ewe ain’t got no mo' deordorant
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| The laughing stock patna, we aint got no cash
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| Feet stinking through my shoes in p.e. |
| class
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| I’m thriznew wit biznieng brizoke
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| I’m about to hiznit the griznind and if I git popped it ain’t half no more
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| it’s eighty percent of my time
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| But that’s ah cha ah chance that I’m a have to ah take
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| Today my son birthday and I can’t even buy a cake
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| I’m so damn through ah through I had a j.o.b
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| You want me to cut my perm, oh y’all gone ave to fire me
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| My fellow just got out da joint, that he might be o.k.
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| But my fellow got out and got stabbed twenty-six times that same damn day
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| Who wanted to git dunked on in the the flatlands
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| it ain’t never too late patna
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| All we need is a piece of plywood and a milk carton crate
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| What about dat shopping basket, you know I’m smart
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| We can gone take the wheels off that and ma ah make a go cart
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| Yo peoples blessed you, I started from a quarter ounce
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| You came in the dope game wit a silver spoon up in yo' mouth
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| Why we gotta gamble maine
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| We hurtin', you got all the bucks
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| In the ghetto we play dominoes for push ups
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| The reasoned the reasoned that we are seasoned
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| Seasoned that we fill our paper won’t disappear
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| Ohe, it’s been a long time in the bay
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| with God on our side we have somethin' to say
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| and the and through the hard times we survive the game
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| Survive the game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seasoned" (feat. Otis & Shug) , by - E-40. Song from the album Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп