| Let’s begin now
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| Ready?
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| Foreign beggars
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| What we’re gonna do here is go back
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| I was just a young buck, growing all quick
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| Catch a flashback, we were living that shit
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| I was just a young buck, growing all quick
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| Catch a flashback, we were living that shit
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| (Dipping and diving)
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| I grew up on a council plot
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| Ain’t have a lot, but my jam was kotch
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| Me and my older bro, cuz, madre, and my pops
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| We had to dial a box, watch the top of the pots
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| These polaroid flicks of your boy will make you double clock
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| A troubled flop, the old folk, they used to fuss a lot
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| The more time I felt, the belt or the knuckle drop
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| Papa was a old school head, he had a temper on him
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| Grandma told 'em go call feds, she went December on him
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| Nineteen eighty-five, that was the big freeze
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| Ice skating on road at minus six degrees
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| Frozen to my toe in the snow, on my way to gospel
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| Oprah, I was hoping to go, felt like a blizzard, G
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| Grinning as the springtime peaks, she brought the summer back
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| Running home hoping to catch the end of Thundercats
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| My cuzzy, he done his grit in the streets
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| I seen him a fresh banger every night of the week, that shit was peak
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| I was just a young buck, growing all quick
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| Catch a flashback, we were living that shit
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| I was just a young buck, growing all quick
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| Catch a flashback, we were living that shit
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| (Dipping and diving)
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| Used to rock a black bandana back in testament
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| Napalm Death cassette tearing the school up
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| Gon' face death, suffocation, or biohazard
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| Pantera, new Nirvana, I was alive in ninety-nine
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| and a CD that wasn’t parking shots
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| Twenty kids up in the gym, drinking that concord
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| Murder Was The Case tape playing up in the yew hall
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| Hiding off the street from police, hitting that new poll
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| Road dropped the saw night four, that was that graffitism
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| with MTN, call me for smashing Britain (Bigger)
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| BDS ATG fuel or kilo
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| Classics on my feet, hard stepping to
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| the swerve
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| Ice cool (It's)
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| Big up, Skibba, Shabba and Funsta
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| I was just a young buck, growing all quick
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| Catch a flashback, we were living that shit
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| I was just a young buck, growing all quick
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| Catch a flashback, we were living that shit
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| (Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)
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| (Dipping and diving)
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| Yes, yes
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| Oh my gosh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flashback , by - Foreign Beggars. Song from the album 2 2 Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп