| Last night and the night before
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| The thunder crowed and the rooster roared
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| I woke up sweatin' on somebody’s floor
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| You know, how the story goes
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| The dirty streets, they can be so mean
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| Everybody tryin' to live so clean
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| Me, I’m stuck here in between
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| And it’s a fine line
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| Down on monkey hill
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| Saw a brother screamin' on the corner
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| Talkin' 'bout some low down dirty shame
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| And he said, «Gonna get so high that I just don’t know my name»
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| Between the buildings and the alleyways
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| That’s where the livin' is done
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| Where the young boys chase the dragon
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| That’s where flesh and steel are one
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| Down on monkey hill
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| Saw another brother testifyin' this mornin'
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| Talkin' 'bout how he lost everything
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| And he said, «Gonna get so high that I just don’t know my name»
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| Everybody’s talkin' shit and jivin'
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| Hard to tell which is which
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| Dealers and squealers
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| Businessmen and bankers
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| They all be scratchin' that itch
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| Down on monkey hill
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| Saw another brother testifyin' this evenin'
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| Talkin' 'bout how he left his soul in DeNang
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| And he said, «Gonna get so high that I just don’t know my name»
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| Gonna get so high
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| Don’t know my name
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| Down on monkey hill |