| Pss, hey shooter
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| Hey look here
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| Do you know what's in my pocket?
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| Do you know what's in my pocket? |
| (what?)
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| Do you know what's in my pocket?
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| Salute, Basic Boy (salute)
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| Oh no!
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| Oh shit!
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| Shit in your pocket, boy
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| Money in da pocket
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| We set fire to everything that was in the gas tank
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| On a lie of a bitch - the scent of a dog
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| I don't tell her "wait"
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| My plan is simple
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| I take out the shit
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| And I put it on the table
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| My joe is high
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| I soar without shackles
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| I see Olympus and the Cult of the Dark Gods (bang-bang)
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| From bitch to bitch like a penny
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| I trample partridges like I'm on a farm
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| I will leave only shreds and feathers from them (feathers)
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| no way
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| Follow this pattern
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| I am permanent, they are ephemeral
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| For them, every time with me is like the first
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| You know what's in my pocket, baby
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| Twisted the column like an architect
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| Your regular is fun for me (oh no)
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| We smoke loudly, but you hear the echo
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| I grab from a bong, an inhaler-healer
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| I don't need a doctor, panacea in packages
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| Oh shit
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| My shooters don't joke
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| Come dick knows where,
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| But we seem to crawl out into people
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| My pocket is empty
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| Style is already in my body
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| I throw a grenade in my face
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| And we flew again
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| Wow!
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| I have a whole package
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| Oh wow!
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| Light pours from her eyes
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| Oh wow!
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| And I feel super good
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| I accelerate in this flow
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| Now I smoke this bouquet
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| Oh wow!
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| pau
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| And you know how cool it is here
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| We hiss at the whole block
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| I don't see bitch tears
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| After all, I occupied her mouth
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| Broski is pouring out of the speakers
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| The ceiling cracked at the seams
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| And we smoke very loudly
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| What already broke the glass
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| I cruise on a lowride
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| Kitty from behind, as in bed
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| She touches herself
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| That attracts my mind
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| I look straight into her holes
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| There have long been eyes
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| Here she is much closer.
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| I want more shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit
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| What's in my pocket?
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| Maybe shit |