| I make a non-believer say, «Oh my God»
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| Ain’t nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of Oz
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| Ain’t nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep
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| These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep
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| It’s that West side rollin, pussies get swollen
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| Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I’m bowlin'
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| Controllin' everything I’m holdin'
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| I made a promise to myself
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| I’ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America,
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| break down the barrier
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| Self-made, Koolaid, fuck what you say
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| Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain’t easy
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| Don Mega put a dagger in your swagger
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| Rollin' zones, tell Mick Jagger
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| Fuck the chit-chatter
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| I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
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| Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scripture
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| Make a toast, every dose is a overdose
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| And that ghost’ll make your ass do the holy ghost
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| Make believers outta non-believers
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| Make believers out the overseers
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| Make 'em bow down when they need us
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| We got some non-believers out there
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| Make believers outta non-believers
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| Make believers out the overseers
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| Make 'em bow down when they need us
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| They got to bow down when they need us
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| Boo, I pop up like a phantom
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| And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em
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| Yup, the guys call me Samson, I’m dangerous with a Samsung
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| Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta handsome
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| Old rappers, I fuck up your grandson
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| New rappers, meet Charlie Manson
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| I brainwash your damn son, yup, he’ll leave the house with a handgun
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| But if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain’t got to run
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| It’s a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and underachievers
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| These fake ass bitches and divas
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| Where the fuck will they go when they leave us?
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| Make believers outta non-believers
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| Make believers out the overseers
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| Make 'em bow down when they need us
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| We got some non-believers out there
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| Make believers outta non-believers
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| Make believers out the overseers
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| Make 'em bow down when they need us
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| They got to bow down when they need us
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| Don’t get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide
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| My four-five make the law hide
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| For life, gangsta for life
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| Think about your wife 'fore you play with your life
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| It’s that rattlesnake from the battle state, trick
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| That python with the mic on, bitch
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| Palm trees are like napalm, grimy
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| In my hood he like Treyvon, try me
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| I’m walkin' home with my Skittles
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| The neighborhood watch first house to get riddled
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| Bust, leave bullets in your pillow
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| You fuckin' hero, don’t make that bitch a widow
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| This gon' hurt just a little
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| White people, stop sayin' «ghetto»
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| It’s like the pot callin' the kettle
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| Damn, you the reason why we ghetto
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| We got some non-believers out there
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| Make believers outta non-believers
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| Make believers out the overseers
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| Make 'em bow down when they need us
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| They got to bow down when they need us
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| Can you believe this motherfuckin' shit?
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| Havin' faith is believin' in somethin' you have yet to see
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| You got to believe in somethin', homie
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| Why not believe in me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Non Believers , by - Ice Cube. Song from the album Everythangs Corrupt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп