| Oh yeah, read one of these bed time stories
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| (whats happening baby)
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| I’m gonna tell you a little story about my life
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| (thats right)
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| Mr. Kane, see I once knew this wise old man
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| People thought he was a fool
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| Sipping on this thunder chicken
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| But he sat me down, and he told me boy
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| He said listen…
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| He told me that this little world
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| Ain’t really what it seems to be
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| Take care of your family
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| Or get left behind
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| And don’t let no one tell you that
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| You can’t fulfil your dreams
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| Stay real to the game, don’t get left behind
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| Homie, stay on the grind
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| If you stay straight and forward
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| Everything will work out fine
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| He said soldier, stay on the grind
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| He said don’t miss a traitor
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| Or get left behind
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| Uhh,
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| You do believe in millennium balling
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| Uh, yes I do believe in it Battlecat
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| Huh, well alright
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| We ain’t gonna kick a verse on this 1
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| Game recognize game
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| You know what i’m saying Mr. Kane
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| Well alright
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| We just gone let it ride
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| We gone flow to this
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| Kokane on ya brain
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| It’s a damn shame
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| C’mon, one more time
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| Player partner let me holla at ya
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| Sip this yak and just relax
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| I’m about to speak and teach on nothing but facts
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| Crush up a sack with a whole brick
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| Hugging a gatt, thugging is back
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| For the little homies who move in their pack
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| Keeping using them straps
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| On them bitch made niggas like that
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| Who wanna roll through and crawl on
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| And get they ball on
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| Here player light this weed
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| Don’t worry about nothing
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| Cause my partner in town
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| Is three-fifth for a cold pound
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| Grinding to the sunshine, splittin the cells
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| We ain’t gone worry about one-time
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| Lets get our mail
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| Paper chasing in the fast lane
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| Escaping the drama
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| Hit a lick, bought some shit, slid some chips to mamma
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| In a ordinary fashion, flashing, mashing for paper
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| In the mist of money makers, player-haters and fakers
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| Take care of your family first
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| And god do the rest
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| Business as usual, nothing more, nothing less
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| Homie, stay on the grind
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| If you stay straight and forward
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| Everything will work out fine
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| He said soldier, stay on the grind
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| He said don’t miss a traitor
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| Or get left behind
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| Life got a way
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| Of slapping you in the face
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| From a innocent child
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| To catching your first case
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| Most black folks go to jail
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| Before they ever see college
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| Most homies in the pen
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| Acquired a gang of knowledge
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| Jails are pumping up
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| Lights, TECs and Glocks
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| From the L.A. county
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| To the outskirts of Watts
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| Living in poverty
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| Ain’t a damn thing funny
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| The system stand up
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| Provide people not to make money
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| I remember standing in the County Line like Coolio
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| With a bomb ass record deal
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| Feeling like i’m just something
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| Then I got to thinking
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| Ahh, self-pitty don’t have nathing to do with the progression of
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| It’s your don’t be a disaster
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| See I’d rather have a million niggas mad at me
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| Just to see my pockets happy
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| Real nigga gonna keep it nappy
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| Real nigga gonna keep it nappy
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| On the grind, on the grind
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| On the grind-ha-ha
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| Well alright, now you have it
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| A story thats been told
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| Umm, if you wanna be rich get up off your ass
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| Put it in gear baby
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| It’s going down
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| Millennium balling
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| Well alright |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Grind , by - Kokane. Song from the album They Call Me Mr. Kane, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп