| Our Father
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| Who art in heaven
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| Hallowed be thy name
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| Thy kingdom come, thy Will be done
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| On earth as it is in heaven
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| Yeah
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| As I sit here in this hospital bed
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| I wonder if I’m on my way to heaven or hell
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| I think about my My reincarnation
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| Chorus: Scoop DeVille
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| This right here is dedicated
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| To the ones G’ed up, tatooed and braided
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| This an anthem, a gangsta
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| Celebration
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| To welcome my reincarnation, I’m back, bitch
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| With the mack, bitch
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| Quick to clap shit
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| Upon any motherfucker with banana claps
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| So bow down, bitch, you know my name
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| It’s been a while now, finally back in the rap game
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| So Lay low
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| No one move til I say so This a jack move, haters better step slow
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| It’s about time, they let in years ago
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| Still hatin’cause I’m all about my federal
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| Let it go, brown back, ese general
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| The Frost man, better go and get your (???) code
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| I’m hardcore with a vengeance now
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| The Godfather and I’m hittin’with the Platinum Child
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| He got beats that’ll bang for miles
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| We do it for the kids who live life wild
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| But dawg, I’m old school
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| So if I gotta pull
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| The switches off the (???), whip your ass, what I’m gonna do Got rules, we make 'em and break 'em
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| If the cops on that ass, we believe, we’ll shake 'em
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| The same dudes, y’all just replay 'em
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| But as long as I collect my income
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| I’m still one
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| Repeat Chorus
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| You see
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| The truth is, you wanna know who Bad Boy and Scoop is You don’t wanna know Virgin or Ruthless
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| You wanna know about the bread and the blue kicks
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| I show you how to do this gangsterist music
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| Morenas like Venezuela
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| Los Angeles, Frost, it’s the panic player
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| I been down since the KDAY days
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| You don’t wanna hear a shit about the ese’s braids
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| It’s the cholo, see the L.A. gangs
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| Crack pots and two cages in AIDS
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| A.K.'s, K.J.'s and Daytons
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| Man, there’s so much hell up in Vegas
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| Texas, Florida, Brooklyn
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| And Asia
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| Aztecs, Mexicans, raza
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| It’s major
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| What would L.A. be, without us It’s the rap, boss resurrection, big Frost
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| And
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| Repeat Chorus
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| For ages
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| I rock dice and bricks
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| And life is easy as ever
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| Right with the righteous chicks
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| That’s pa mi raza
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| The brown skin, minorities
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| To be global, makin’the whole world adore me Don’t let me start some shit and rumble you, puss
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| You the position of a puppet like George W. Bush
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| I’m so Lovin’the kush
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| The bomb sack of weed
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| The bomb crack, so Double the books
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| Until my life was threated
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| I died three times
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| In one night, I went from hell to heaven
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| Resurrected out the motherfuckin’hospital
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| I dropped Kid, now you rappers wanna drop little
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| I bless the world with my «La Raza"song
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| The anthem, my soul, no se cansa, holmes
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| So don’t ask if I lost it, bitch
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| I froze myself, motherfucker, since I dropped the Kid
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Yeah
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| The reincarnation
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| Frost is back
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| Motherfucker
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Pull out the cuete
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| Then I bust
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| Uh The reincarnation
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| I’m back, bitch |