| Every time he comes my way he trips on the bottom step
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| Dusting off his worn-out coat he looks for me everywhere
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| A tension I can feel
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| Open hands that steal without a care
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| If the truth be told
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| I don’t care much for your gold
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| I tell the man in uniform, loot the jewels from the master, yeah
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| You can take anything you want but don’t take my ganja
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| Break my bank and leave me broke
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| No money’s going to make me rich
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| You find me mad — I’m not concerned
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| Be gone mister with all of it
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| This pleasure I can feel
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| With open lungs that heal with every rip
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| I thank my lucky star
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| For OG Kush para fumar
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| I tell the man in uniform, loot the jewels from the master, yeah
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| You can take anything you want but don’t take my ganja
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| Halo — I know I am no angel but I do not condone your ways
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| And aye-yo if stealing’s your religion then in karma I’ll invest my faith
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| Halo — I know I am no angel but I do not condone your ways
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| And aye-yo if stealing’s your religion then in karma I’ll invest my faith
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| I tell the man in uniform, loot the jewels from the master, yeah
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| You can take anything you want but don’t take my ganja |