| Its been a hundred years since man has discovered intergalactic travel
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| Perfecting methods of propulsion far beyond what his ancestors imagined
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| COB we from a different reality
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| Real niggas figured out how to travel the galaxy
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| Soul aliens, we encountered a pound of Cali weed
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| Now we push weight light years beyond humanity
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| Even though they branded
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| Even though they don’t understand it
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| We still make gangster music
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| We still make gangster shit
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| You bitch you
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| Even though they branded
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| Even though they don’t understand it
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| We still make gangster music
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| We still make gangster shit
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| You bitch you
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| I’m still intergalactic hustling
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| Still packing space guns with interactive functions
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| Voice command pistols like
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| Shoot this nigga
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| Before we ended the act of tussling, a bullet
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| Entered his back and crushed him
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| And it happened quick as a snap
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| Did it in a minute in fact
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| One minute your shit is attacked then its a wrap
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| I get drunk catch cases
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| 'Til I had to get the breathalyzer interlock device
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| Just to activate my spaceship
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| These days lay back get head in the Uber
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| Different meaning from facelift
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| Stay swift
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| Walk with my chest out like an ese on May 5th
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| But that’s my old shit
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| This that wormhole shit
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| Cowboy Bebop
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| Gum bottom Reeboks
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| Hollerin' at some ewoks
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| They call me robocops put a bounty on me
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| And put me in the super predator category like Hillary
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| Even though they branded
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| Even though they don’t understand it
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| We still make gangster music
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| We still make gangster shit
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| You bitch you
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| According to the anti-radicalization protocol
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| Gangster rap music has been banned
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| Anyone caught listen to it will be punished by law
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| Welcome to Planet X
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| They tell me planet X is flat with no curvature
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| But I was flat broke with no furniture
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| So even if its not circular the system’s still jerkin' ya
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| My city full of murderers
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| Stolen legacy educated by burglars
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| On rainy days I get Grayskull like Eternia
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| She suck my dick 'til my body cramp like a hernia
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| When this male fed with your ex I’m returning her
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| That’s letter talk
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| She mad just let her talk
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| Sit like Cleo and set it off
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| I’m better off ignoring the tetherball
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| Back and forth, I’m cut from a better cloth
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| Leather soft, never soft, forever boss
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| Different dimensions I weave in and out of
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| My haters on coke, they sneeze I see powder
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| Life’s a bitch, I’ll ask can I live?
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| When she judge the evils Imma reasonable doubt her
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| With a feasible amount of good deeds the hood needs
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| Retired crook just trying to plant me some good deeds
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| Yeah
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| I’m just trying to feel me a good breeze
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| While my chick is smoking some wish a nigga would treese
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| Is that too much to ask for
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| I went crazy psycho loco on my last war
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| RZA sent a message I assembled a task force
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| Fast forward to now
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| There’s more conflict at the back door
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| I need to relax more
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| Come go with me
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| So I can recite you some of this thug poetry
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| Hold up
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| Let me see which one I wrote for you
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| Nigga you ain’t wrote me shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cowboy Bebop , by - KXNG Crooked. Song from the album Good vs. Evil II: The Red Empire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп