| «I just walked into the bathroom… someone forgot to flush!»
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| «Oh my god… it's like a log… like a tree log…»
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| (Spread your wings and fly!)
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| The rap Kojak, Telly Savalas
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| Doped up off the trees like koalas
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| Convert a batmobile from an Impala
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| Chop the top off like lettuce and tomatoes on a scholar
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| Dope Dealer wheeze on the keys
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| Bitches on they knees, blow through my jeans like the summer breeze
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| Chop the kilo, then flip it on the mattress that been pissed on
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| The hot pillow, piano man
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| Rock a mullet Barry Manilow jiggle tits like jello
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| Check the fellow, I’m classy, sweet like the saltwater taffy
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| That’s Caramallow, take a breather, bag a skeezer
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| Then mix the Tequiza with the Modelo
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| Double G decapitations, gory shit
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| Fall in the abyss, deeper than a purgatory pit
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| Drink, Smoke, Lit one up
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| Pass me a cup of that good shit, straight trippin off
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| Yo, fresh from the past like Michael Fox
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| Pull the J’s out the box and it’s Fort Knox
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| A lot of clouds in the air, I can’t detox
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| But still find grass to chop when the weed stop
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| Let me round up another dose
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| I blow the smoke up your mother’s nose
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| She like to get high, I get her open though
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| I overload the ho, I hit harder than Smokin' Joe
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| This is Double G to the third power
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| Ring the bell in the tower like it’s
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| Now or never, however, when in rains it showers
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| That’s why I’m pushing out fire from our herb flowers
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| Now welcome to the depths again
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| Make sure you got your boots laced before stepping in
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| (Spread your wings and fly!) |