| Let me break it down for you
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| B. Stone
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| David Ray
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| Stump Dog
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| And Lex
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| That’s the CWB, the Crazy White Boys
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| Right about now your bout to feel this
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| You know you dun fucked up huh don’t cha
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| Leave me in some blood
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| And your momma won’t want ya
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| You ain’t got no heart boy
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| Knew it from the start boy
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| Now we bout to pull em out
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| Let em spark boy
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| ??? |
| pump and it dont make sence
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| When no ones around I fight the fence
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| I fight the house
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| I fight the bucket
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| Nobody ever loved me, man fuck it
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| We was runnin the club?
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| Homemade class?
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| I was hustlin and gettin cash
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| And rockin up in glass?
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| Baby John? |
| Whaa
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| Drivin fast cars, Whaa
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| Shootin dice playin cards
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| Leavin em with scars
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| Jumpin out them ghetto rides when them things on our side
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| Keep playin boy
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| Don’t let fifty glide
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| Ammunition to the fly?
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| Birds fallin from the sky
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| Now you bout to find out
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| Bout the boss from the south
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| OH my god its some crazy white boys
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| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
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| Oh my god ???
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| Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy?
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| OH my god its some crazy white boys
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| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
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| Oh my god ???
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| Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20
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| I’ve been to hell and back
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| Had to sell some crack
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| Got caught with some packs
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| And they held me back
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| Got released to the streets with these other cats
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| They keep lying threw their teeth doin nother raps
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| I’m bout them twenty twos and them Bentleys too
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| But when there’s dirt to do
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| You desert your crew
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| But when them guns bust
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| ?? |
| then call me on the phone and wanna run with us
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| Next thing you know
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| They had to see dub tap?
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| See me at the club and want hugs and daps
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| My drug is rappin and I’m about to overdose
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| Come close let me leave straight comeatose
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| You better slow your roll before I throw them bows
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| Stay gone on them rolls and them toatum polls
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| Then some Xanax bars gota have me slow
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| Pull up in the spot everybody like ohhh
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| OH my god it’s some crazy white boys
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| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
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| Oh my god ???
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| Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy?
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| OH my god its some crazy white boys
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| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
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| Oh my god ???
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| Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20
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| ?? |
| cwb
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| When they come to the streets
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| The peace is up under the seat
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| With nothing but beef
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| I swear to One hundred degrees
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| The smoldering heat
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| The type to run over your streets
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| I’m blowin on trees
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| The kin that will leave you holding your knees
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| And holding your chest
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| Matter of fact, I lay you to rest
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| Come stay at my nest
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| Those boys don’t play when you test
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| I told you stupid mother fuckers shoulda came with a vest
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| Im bringing the best
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| Never ever was or will be
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| You slow poke stoke? |
| better hope you kill me
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| I’m no joke bro when I know you feel me
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| For shore my flows been known to kill beats
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| Blazin, can’t get no wrong
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| Your talkin bout money or you’re movin along
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| Holdin it down provin a point
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| Rich kids want to ride but they just can’t join
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| Cwb is the only thing goin
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| Yall were made but my boys is born
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| Flip the flows in several forms
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| Knock your ass out like electrical storms
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| Incredible poems laced with pain
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| My medication makes me think crazy things
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| Free cd didn’t changed an thing
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| Cause when its whack its whack
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| Bang-sha-bang? |
| COMMON
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| Who in the hell
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| Let me get my gun
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| I tell ya I kill a son-of-a-bitch
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| Paw its just Bubba
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| They just want to listen
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| They don’t want to hear it
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| They just want to touch it
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| They don’t want to feel it
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| They don’t really know us
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| Who is they to judge us
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| This one on the house that put away your budget
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| Twelve more bars before I put away the subject
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| Bubba-c-dub bitch there I made it public
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| Crazy white boys that ain’t afraid of ruckus
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| The flow made ya like us
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| The heart made ya love us
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| Let me calm down before I start a revolution
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| Boy don’t even speak if you ain’t part of the solution
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| The old style died so were chartering a new one
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| My pits bite fuck barkin its a blue??? |
| one
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| New style pedigree
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| Get the guns betta weed
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| Gone of that kedameen
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| I know its unsettling
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| Talkin bout a chain
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| White gloves is what you better bring
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| Oh my god hes the wildst boy you ever seen
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| OH my god its some crazy white boys
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| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
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| Oh my god ???
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| Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy?
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| OH my god its some crazy white boys
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| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys
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| Oh my god ???
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| Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20
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| Weeeee Dieee |