| Now right
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| You know you dead wrong
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| Yo know…
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| Turn me up, turn me up
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| Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
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| You know you dead wrong
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| For this one right here baby, for real
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Another day, another dollar
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| Sharks wanna bite don’t bother
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| Cause this rhymes the truth, and
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| The truths hard to swallow
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| Don Dada, hard act to follow
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| See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar
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| My crew want it all
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| This bout is scheduled for one four
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| We can build or we can brawl
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| Yes y’all, last call for alchahol, damn!
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| Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to respect me
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to come correctly
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| Ooh
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| Can’t hear nothin' but the music I’m slippin'
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| Big head nigga’s don’t listen
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| Hot and ah yes
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| My complex got a complex
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| Livin' in apartment complex
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| I’m cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth
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| Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink
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| 5−0's can’t stop the pot roll, Jonny
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| Still Blaze, send young mc’s to the potty
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| Its side ways nine fifteen
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| Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines
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| Are you prepared?
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to respect me
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to come correctly
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| Ooh
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| Time flow constantly the way time flow
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| I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O
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| My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
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| Didn’t mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
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| Especially them killa’s
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| Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey)
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| Too slow ya' blow catterpilla
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| Son got game
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| And he pack a Rosco, ?fleat coal? |
| train
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| Player we ain’t playin'
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| Crush assossiated labels, don’t let me in, I push my way in…
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| As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it
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| How many suffered
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| For this Hip-Hop, if I can’t see it, can’t trust it
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| Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop?
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| Flip flop battery go dead in the clock
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to respect me
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to come correctly
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| Ooh
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| Can’t hear nothin' but the music I’m slippin'
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| Big head nigga’s don’t listen
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| Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill
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| Port Richmond, now born jungle nill
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| We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin'
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| Nigga’s with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah
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| Meth, I came here for crooks but I’m still here
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| Called me every name in the book but I’m still here
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| What up doc?
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| This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked
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| Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock
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| Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black
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| I’m like the cast in Belly I don’t know how to act on wax
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| Rockwilder bring it on back
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to respect me
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| Ooh
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| Them don’t no have to come correctly
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| Ooh
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| Time flow constantly the way time flow
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| I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True , by - Funk Flex. Song from the album The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп