| Boy Sand running with scissors
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| Spread peace and love to brothers and sisters
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| Maintain during heat waves and blizzards
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| Tell cats the deal with zeal and vigor
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| Wiz kid amongst magi and wizards
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| More than enough, guts and gizzards
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| It is evident props I deserve
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| Think the president is half lizard
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| Long way from the basement with Big Tigger
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| No Vietcong ever called me nigger
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| This is not pop even though it’s popular
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| That’s until God stop my ticker
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| Ho ho ho, Kwanzaa and Hanukkah
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| School of Hard Knocks head hall monitor
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| This boy not for Brandy or Monica
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| Stevie caught harm on the harmonica
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| I represent a brand new species
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| Run up on your windshield with brand new squeegees
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| Type of champ make you think I eat mad Wheaties
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| Type of flow make you think I drink mad Fiji
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| I don’t know Mercedes from Mitsubishi
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| I don’t mess with ol' girl, she dress to shi-shi
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| Brands be on the tip but the ish so cheesy
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| Staples button ish
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| Make ish look easy
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| Enough
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| Come your highness, they await you
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| Pardon my slick talk rap turrets
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| Mind like a steel trap
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| Open as a milk crate
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| Eloquent elephant that never forgets
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| Ever since my congress with cassettes
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| From the moment you senate to my house of reps
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| I feel a buster get so upset when I lay down the law on bills at the steps
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| Capital J
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| Always been the constant
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| Consonant
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| Consistent, concrete
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| Drop shit like I’m incontinent
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| Hot shit on every continent
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| «Good grief»
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| My favorite compliment
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| Good tea, my only supplement
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| Appreciate all my property
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| Nothing stopping me when I up the rent
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| My cure for things that I can’t prevent
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| First I vent, then I circumvent
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| No need to throw softball underhand
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| This is Alice in Chains live from wonderland
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| God damn
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| Louder, clap your hands
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| To what he’s doing
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| On tempo jack
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| Steal the show and engage the lowjack
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| I know it’s a trap car, I’ll bring it right back
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| Enough
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| On the mantle
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| Blowing out the candle
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| Whew
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| Drunk holy man, no sandals
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| See him as he wanders
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| Everything he squanders
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| Recognized by old break dance graffiti bombers
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| Bag full of pain
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| Still dance in the rain
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| Way short on the credit
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| Damn it’s a shame
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| Clown with a smile still enhancing the game
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| Laugh like a mufucka
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| Back, entertain
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| Beyond the humane, seen the light bearer
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| Caught a sensation like he’s staring in the mirror
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| Still doesn’t get it, can I write it any clearer?
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| Get your popcorn as the night gets near
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| And once the sun comes back
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| Plainer than day, he never faked one jack
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| They pushed the panic button something like a thumbtack
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| In fact, needless to say man that shit was dumb whack
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| Right off the coast, you could feel it like the breeze
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| So brand new to leave your mind at ease
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| Worse than drugs yeah stress is a disease
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| So far gone, never find me please
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| Email the storm and cc’ing the night
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| Them boys way on when they’re rocking this mic
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| Homeboy Sandman
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| Kurious carnage
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| Paving the way
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| C’mon cease with the garbage
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| Enough |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Enough , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Hallways, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп