| Yeah, the house or bed orgasm in my word orgy
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| Every word gorgeous, a fortune and portrait
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| We scorchin' mics often, Napa Valley merlot
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| Had they skeeze backin' up trees like work furlough
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| Or third circle, mind’s eye, watch your blindside
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| Put it’ll slide with paramedic
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| Yeah, I spit it with my nappy-headed holy moleys
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| That dive for the balls like goalies
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| Went Axel Foley for the platinum Roley
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| Wasn’t even mine, niggas jacks and I was cutting in the line, man
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| Who shit the new shit? |
| My crew do shit all the time
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| But we shut ‘em down—yeah, it’s toothpicks and peppermints
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| Hiero crew reppin' when expected magnificent and check the rap deficit
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| Dallas Cowgirls go ‘round the outside
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| My style worldwide, so I be about mine
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| The California crime rate cross stay in line
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| So I see ‘em when they creepin' out the corner of my eye
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| If you thinking that we leaking then you snorted out your mind
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| We just creepin' in the Lincoln with them doors that open wide
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| '65, suicide, but we live and loving life
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| Did it live, get it right, ain’t gon' get another try
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| C4 the door then reach the perimeter
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| Slide in slow but remember the percentages
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| Of niggas who entered there but didn’t come out
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| It’s why at every show we dumb out
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| The Hiero cult, that’s a secret nation
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| Cats with steel resilience, iron determination
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| We rock high octane ‘cause fans been patient
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| Waitin' for the sacred spit we anoint ‘em with
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| Hands up if you know what I mean
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| In a fresh white tee and some Hiero Jeans
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| My wheels spinnin' with that Armor All sheen
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| Listening while listening to 3rd Eye Vision
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| With my eye on All Things
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| Hiero the kings, we living our dreams
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| No 9-to-5 money scheme triple beams |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Highway Five, artist - Hieroglyphics. Album song The Kitchen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп