| Ay, pull up puffin' on the indo
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| Chevy sitting up on Lorenzo’s
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| Old head hit me with the head nod
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| Understood a nigga like 10−4
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| Old head hit me with the head nod
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| Understood a nigga like
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| Deep conversations about language, which one you speak?
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| A lot of niggas claim bilingual, lie through they teeth
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| Tryna talk money, it’s on the tip of they tongue
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| You know the feeling when the word’s just outside your reach?
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| Take a few steps in you outside your territory
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| Make em lean back like Terror Squad when you’re telling stories
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| Or even like you got the ac' in ya
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| So many different vernacular perspective and points
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| Went from selecting electives to collecting the coins
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| To rejecting investments, to connecting with legends
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| And stressing acceptance
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| To fuck it I write with my left, I’m finessing this joint with my right
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| To bring the light, like a key on a kite
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| The rolling thunder make them pee on theyself
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| I see the fire, I’ve been drinking Freon
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| I’m on the corner, feel like Dion with these Cowboys
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| Don’t speak snake with these Malfoys though
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| No sweat on my towel boy flow
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| Brought the funk like an outhouse
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| The bumps like a bounce house
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| And spit like the beatbox the heat rock the Pete Rock Headnod
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| Ay, pull up puffin' on the indo
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| Chevy sitting up on Lorenzo’s
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| Old head hit me with the head nod
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| Understood a nigga like 10−4
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| Old head hit me with the head nod
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| Understood a nigga like
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| Yeah, we say a lot to say a little
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| And sometimes we say the most when we ain’t really saying shit at all
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| Cotton mouth, I swear I spit it all
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| I spit it all on the paper
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| I’m twisting all of this paper
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| I’m spending all of this paper, for retail therapy
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| Brim low, they still can tell it’s me
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| They say they want the kid in Tel Aviv
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| And what that tell the world?
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| I know you’re smelling me
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| My fingers recently wrestled the evergreen
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| Been 100 proof, the message is everclear
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| Speaking for the crew, I’m playing Ms. Everdeen
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| Peculiar?
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| Yeah, I study Ms. Peregrine, my pedigree?
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| Duke Nukem, yo Eukanuba just let it be
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| Falling out of harmony, we singing different melodies
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| Really ain’t spoke the same language in a long time
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| Both like to claim it’s only 'cause the different latitude
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| Long lines at shows got me distant with my attitude
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| A matador, I know you mad at me
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| I ain’t even mad at you, Not good with math…
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| Ay, pull up puffin' on the indo
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| Chevy sitting up on Lorenzo’s
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| Old head hit me with the head nod
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| Understood a nigga like 10−4
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| Old head hit me with the head nod
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| Understood a nigga like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Understood , by - Mick Jenkins. Song from the album Pieces of a Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп