| Ridin' 'round town, got a pocket full of dough
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| Where I’ll wind up, even God don’t know
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| I take it just as fast and as far as it’ll go
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| Ridin' 'round town, got a pocket full of dough
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| Where I’ll wind up, even God don’t know
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| Ayo it’s hard knock livin' doin' hard luck time
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| Tryin' to make a dime still my only crime
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| A man died tryin' to circumcise my shine
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| Buck your gun kiddo, and I’ll buck mine!
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| Cash walk the line, police are the swine
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| But knowledge is refined by the wise and divine
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| And I can break it down for the dumb and the blind
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| Unnatural acts, to actual facts
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| Like cats that move packs don’t never pay tax
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| You ain’t lie, boy you need to relax
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| You leave a five like a junkie leaves tracks
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| A habit needs a home like a monkey needs backs
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| Pistol in my lap, got the pedal to the flo'
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| The whiskey in the flask and a head full of blow
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| You got heaven up above, got hell down below
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| Pistol in my lap, got the pedal to the flo'
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| Where I’ll wind up, even God don’t know
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| I need a hard-headed woman for a cold-hearted man
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| Never seen it comin', that’s just part of the plan
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| Work the hidden hand, walk forbidden land
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| Do the best I can once shit hits the fan
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| An hour’s worth of sand, supply and demand
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| Get high as you can, the power of a grand
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| Two in the bush is worth one in the hand
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| Could cower in the van, or burst into battle
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| Back in the saddle, the kid don’t rattle
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| Don’t play me, up the creek with no paddle
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| We don’t snitch while you bitches just tattle
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| Poppin' off at the lip gets you tipped like cattle
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| Eyes full of hate, got a heart full of love
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| And you’re the only woman that I ever dreamed of
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| I get high as I can fly then I cry like a dove
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| Eyes full of hate, got a heart full of love
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| And you’re the only woman that I ever dreamed of
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| Ridin' 'round town, got a pocket full of dough
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| Where I’ll wind up, even God don’t know
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| I take it just as fast and as far as it’ll go
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| Ridin' 'round town, got a pocket full of dough
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| Where I’ll wind up, even God don’t know |