| I lost…
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| 3 fourths of my mind
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| Doing things that I hate
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| Shit, I’m done wasting time
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| On the East Coast
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| Man fuck a 9 to 5
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| All I wanna do is
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| Rap, stack dough
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| On the East coast
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| Shit I wonder how to make it out
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| When the world tryna break me down
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| My dreams gotta.
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| Wake me up
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| When I face the ground
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| The shear thought got me pacing round
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| I can hear it now.
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| «how could you leave
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| Without out no warning
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| I can’t believe
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| You left without consoling me
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| I can’t be waiting
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| My life’s on this
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| You’ve changed
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| So you should know
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| There’s no controlling me»
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| I think I’m in my head too much
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| The constant hustle to get ahead’s, too much
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| I can’t wait until my breads too much
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| Take it back to the hood
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| And let it spread. |
| soon 'nough
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| Cause shorties is dying
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| Filled up wit lead too much
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| Food thought? |
| Them niggas was only fed school lunch
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| In either game
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| They killing u if say too much
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| So imma talk my shit
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| Until that day pull up
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| What am I saying
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| Is this shit even real?
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| Or is it all a dream.
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| Coming to you LIVE
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| From inside my mind!
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| It’s a beautiful day!
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| I been out here
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| California dreaming
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| On the east coast
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| All my bitches tanned
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| And all they fathers own a speedboat
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| Roll round in the sand
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| Without a worry
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| You can keep those
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| Hot box the sedan
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| Until the Honda smell like weed smoke
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| Cause we smoking.
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| Loud.
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| Now turn this.
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| Loud.
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| Now turn this.
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| Up.
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| Let it hit ya
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| I been fishing for a little bit
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| Of purpose
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| I ain’t getting sentimental
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| Member when I heard the chronic 20/01
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| I was little
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| That’s back in '99
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| A nigga probably watching Elmo
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| Baby BET, I been an ALPHA
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| Since my J-K LMNO’s
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| Hello, Hello
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| How ya doing?
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| California
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| This a memo
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| To the motherfuckin weather
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| Women, weed
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| Nigga needs
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| Got me riding down
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| Cahuenga in a motherfuckin rental
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| We ain’t civil. |
| (Oh yes, Oh yes)
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| Roll up that unapologetic
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| I ain’t stressing
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| I’m a menace
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| Been a minute
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| (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| So many bars, gotta feed em
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| I should own a commissary
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| Send a letter
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| (No S.O.S)
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| Give em the game
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| Give me a lane
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| Or imma take it from ya
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| Kid you a lame
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| Playing a killer
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| You just act bad
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| Nicholas cage
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| Dick in a dame.
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| Dash when I smash
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| Bitches you insane
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| Gimme the brain
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| Fast, came fast
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| Need me some «bling»
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| Color of stained glass
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| Chain, watch, even the «ring»
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| You getting blazed passed
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| Straight ashed, this is my thing
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| I think I’m a king
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| I know I’m a king
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| Imma go on a whim
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| Jump and see what it bring
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| Make a plan to leave my city
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| Cause I know Imma win
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| I been all on the edge
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| Gotta think before I fall off a ledge
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| I need a real good view w/ palm trees
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| And some head.
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| I been out here
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| California dreaming
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| On the east coast
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| All my bitches tanned
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| And all they fathers own a speedboat
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| Roll round in the sand
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| Without a worry
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| You can keep those
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| Hot box the sedan
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| Until the Honda smell like weed smoke
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| Cause we smoking.
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
|
| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| Loud.
|
| Now turn this.
|
| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud)
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| Loud.
|
| Now turn this.
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| (Loud, Loud. Loud)
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| (Loud. Loud, Loud)
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| (Loud, Loud, Loud) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NY vs. LA , by - Jimi Tents. Song from the album I Can't Go Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп