| Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin
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| Wasn’t livin like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin
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| Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
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| Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths
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| Wasn’t rockin Girbauds, I barely had clothes, and when it snowed
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| and temperatures droppin below zero, you know I froze
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| No CD’s, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
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| with a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers
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| Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of Raid
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| I’m knockin on my neighbor’s door
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| to borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid
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| I wasn’t freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I’m trippin
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| cause my winter coat got lost buttons
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| and zippers that wouldn’t stay zipped
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| I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat
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| Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks
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| Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
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| And the freaks wouldn’t speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek
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| So much for gettin humped from the stunts, I always struck out
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| The one y’all likes is takin hikes if you can’t pull a buck out
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| So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
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| Straight up baby, I’m blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
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| I’m blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
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| I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI’msayin? |
| I’m blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
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| I’m blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
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| I gotsta get mines, yeah…
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| It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
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| Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road Jack
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| Black, I don’t disown her, I’m just a kid from Corona
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| with a G.E.D. |
| diploma, with more ribs showin than Tony Rhoma’s
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| In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle
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| Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle
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| Standin down on the corner slangin fat rocks to bottles
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| with the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin my back Hobbes
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| Makin mad lucci, bought up Louis Vuitton gucci
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| Hoochies callin me boochi, while they smooch me, givin up the coochie
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| Now I’m a felon, started sellin and splittin melons
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| I started gellin, to tellin police just cause I was swellin
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| Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
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| Yo you’ll never see G-low a-goin below
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| Yeah, straight gettin fortunate, as long as fees was torchin it It started gettin hot around the block, the cops was scorchin it But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me cause business is drugs is gettin too risky
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| So now I just lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
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| Straight up baby, I’m blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
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| I’m blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
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| I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI’msayin? |
| I’m blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
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| I’m blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
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| I gotsta get mines, yeah…
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| I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, It’s a Demo
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| and started chillin in limos with champagne and tinted windows
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| Hoppin, no time for pages, sportin gold chains and rings
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| Clockin money and fame, nothin changed, I’m still the same
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| Just spendin 20's and 10's at women pullin on my linen
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| and grinnin cause I was winnin in this game from the beginning
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| The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
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| So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills
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| I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
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| Stole my dough, you still below, now I perfer cigars and blow Mo'
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| So catch a flashback, of a G. Rap track, attacked, like a headcrack
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| that’s smack, through your cap, with the lead black
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| And here’s a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
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| So peep Kool G. Rap, don’t sleep, money unless it’s witcha girl
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| Straight up kid, I’m blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
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| I’m blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
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| I gotsta get mines, youknowhatI’msayin? |
| I’m blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world
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| Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
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| I’m blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
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| I gotsta get mines, yeah… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blowin Up in the World, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song The Pre-Kill Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп