Drive around town, smoke in the car
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My motto: aim high
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Do it before someone else does
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Nothing changes, you see, here everything remains as it once was
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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I pass in the car, run, jump in, what do we care?
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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Six bottles, I go up, light up, close the door
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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Because I am chronic, the most chronic
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I am chronic, the most chronic
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One for the money, two for the show
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Three for superfibradelic flow
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If you like this then put your hands up
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I can do more, hard until the day after tomorrow
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You say I smoked, maybe yes, maybe not, guess what
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I'm lost, give me a map
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It is the double F loose cannon of rhyme
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The piece starts and she gets wet like a pool party
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Big stuff, but how many rappers, I see shaken faces
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Get in the car and smash those crates
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A single actor in the midst of a thousand extras, false signatures
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You understand? |
There is no story, talk as long as you want
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Ask me: "What is it?"
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"Mind your cock"
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"Where's the ganja?"
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"They sell it there!"
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Lalalalalalalala
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Nothing changes, you see, here everything remains as it once was
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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I pass in the car, run, jump in, what do we care?
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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Six bottles, I go up, light up, close the door
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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Because I am chronic, the most chronic
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I am chronic, the most chronic
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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Beautiful girl, beautiful girl
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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Beautiful girl, beautiful girl
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Beautiful there, beautiful girl
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I write rhymes until Universal pays me
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She pours wine with a Prada suit
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Smell of grass even in the middle of the road
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Drugs are rampant, Fibroga saga
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Here it is remedied, two mega shots
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You start with the taste but then you care
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It is natural, it cannot be explained
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How to get a handjob
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When I get on stage this life is strange
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I hate interviews like Nirvana
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Hell does not exist, like fame
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Even if you sell your soul to get it for a second
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This is a jungle you know, this is a jungle
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And the weaker sinks, the weak sinks
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Now you smoke, you know, now you smoke
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Because I close this bomb, I close this bomb
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Nothing changes, you see, here everything remains as it once was
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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I pass in the car, run, jump in, what do we care?
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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Six bottles, I go up, light up, close the door
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(Beautiful there, beautiful girl)
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Because I am chronic, the most chronic
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I am chronic, the most chronic |