| Indians jersey
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| and an Om on my necklace
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| Van Buren
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| I’m parked in a Lexus
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| Waiting for the man, I’m waiting for a gram
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| I’m waiting for the man to put a gram up in my hand
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| And I’m looking fresh, you’ll never find a flyer steeze
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| I’m in Richmond Hill smoking with the Guyanese
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| Hindus getting higher than a mother fucking fire kid
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| Punjabis wild
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| Shayar
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| They’re throwing stones at the Mosque
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| I’m in tune with goons that’s stoned at the Mosque
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| I’m throwing stones in the zone with my box
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| You eating stones I’m seeing drones up top
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| Like that drone cool, but I hate that drone
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| Chocolate chip cookie dough in a sugar cone
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| Drones in the morning, drones in the night
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| I’m trying to find a pretty drone to take home tonight
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| That drone cool, but I hate that drone
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| Chocolate chip cookie dough in a sugar cone
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| Drones in the morning, drones in the night
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| I’m trying to find a pretty drone to take home tonight
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| Timberlands
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| polo rugby on my back
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| I’m outside John Bowne, I’m parked in an Ac
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| I’m waiting for Jay, Jay got the yay
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| And when I see Jay all my problems go away
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| Now I’m drinking with my cousin
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| bars we bum rushing
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| Drinking White Russians with Russians
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| Flushing
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| We can tussle if they look at my cousin’s girl
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| You couldn’t last a day in Thurman’s world
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| Moving in Carlos, Carona, taper
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| If they talk about us, they about to get shanked up
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| I wake up
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| I’m listening for them to say Hindu
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| But no problem, then I do like Him do
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| I’m stoned, I’m stoned at my parent’s house
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| White boys throwing stones at my parent’s house
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| They dot-busting, hate crime, race war
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| I’m high as space dog, wild as three caged boars
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| I’m rocking
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| Nikes
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| Timeport Motorola
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| In front of Cardozo,
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| Toyota Carola
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| Puff holder, Coca Cola, Back-seat scroller
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| Back street stroller, hash-tree roller
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| Chloe bhatura eater
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| he the holder
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| He the chosen heathen, he honing in Hodo (?)
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| my Temple look like a mansion
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| Hindu centre
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| , we be praying we be dancing
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| right on Kissena
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| We rolling green up
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| Mecca to Medina
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| They throwing stones at the temple
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| Got me drinking too much, got me going mental
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| Like that Drone modest, but that drone flawed
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| All of them drones do what those drones want
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| Drones want to wild
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| and drones want to kill
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| Drones want your dome and your bone and your grill |