| You see us coming through the door with our hoods up
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| Eyes low sipping on that good stuff
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| And you ain’t gotta ask if you need a couple bags say Daddy come and give me
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| some sugar
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| You see us coming through the door with our hoods up
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| Eyes low sipping on that good stuff
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| And you ain’t gotta ask if you need a couple bags say Daddy come and give me
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| some sugar
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| Kids idolize us, mothers all despise us
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| Cuz I keep ‘em higher than the bottom of a sky bus
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| Try some powder sugar pie crumbs
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| Hundred dollar booger hooker look at you girl you’se a fine one
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| I could make your mind numb if you so decided
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| You don’t want to try it quiet I can make your mind up
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| You should come and find us who knows you might enjoy it
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| Choppin' up a line up on the top of a toilet
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| Stop trying to avoid it boys and girls
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| Come get your poison it’s funner and cheaper than a toy is
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| You should see my clientele I ain’t saying names but
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| I can build a train track everybody’s buying rails
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| True fact people at Warner are fuckin' high as hell
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| How can you explain putting RYU’s shit up on the shelf
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| Now here is a story all about how
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| This old-school shit flips upside-down
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| See the '80s wasn’t always so shiny and colorful
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| Living comfortable as Coogi sweaters on Cliff Huxtable
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| When you was in the womb sleeping peacefully to grow
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| I was in my womb while my parents sniffed blow
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| See they were teenagers misbehavers
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| Who left little straws, mirrors and razors
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| You think this shit is fly ain’t a damn thing funny
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| Someone broke into our crib and stole our Christmas money
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| And when I was a little kid all of my bad dreams
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| Consisted of cokeheads, burglars and crack-fiends
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| All that glitters ain’t gold I promise
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| Shit was fucked up when Reagan was in office
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| Food stamps, government, Jesus and cocaine
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| I never knew a single soul who owned a rope chain |