Killa checks the mic, yeah
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Background, yeah
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Background, yeah
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Microphone, yeah
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Background, yeah
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I walk around the world after drinking a can of beer
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I compose words from corner to corner of the apartment
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Don't care about interference on the air, we broadcast not for profit
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My life is like a trail of broken bottles
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Your eyes are very reminiscent of a piggy bank slot
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I'm not judging you, bro, everyone has their own perspective,
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But you know, I'm forever in love with this picture
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You know what style will be when Killa flew in to visit! |
(Killa)
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I leave my salvo
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On the L-LOUD album
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I would like to know how
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Live like this until a hundred
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My brother is calling me
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Wants to know how things are going
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I answer: "Everything is a buzz"
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And you, brother, how are you?
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With me, my guys are not hypocrites
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Photos for memory, pulled out the girls
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Ghetto birpati, twenty-zero-nine
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Bank of Montana
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We will do
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With me, my guys are not hypocrites
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Photos for memory, pulled out the girls
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Ghetto birpati, twenty-zero-nine
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Buckets and roller, we will do
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Write my name ALL CAPS
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Capital letters, if you don't understand
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Fate is calling me in big numbers on the phone
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It's like a gambling business - with one foot I'm underground
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The other is standing on the edge, because it used to be calmer
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A policeman is looking at me from a gray brick
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Brother smokes half a brick, there is no face on it anymore
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I'm wearing a vest and Nike:
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I'm ordinary, like Ivan
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Hand writes hard to buff
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If Che, I'm out of business, hey
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If Che, I'm out of business, hey
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If so, I'm not in business
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I leave my salvo
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On the L-LOUD album
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I would like to know how
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Live like this until a hundred
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My brother is calling me
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Wants to know how things are going
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I answer: "Everything is a buzz"
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And you, brother, how are you?
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With me, my guys are not hypocrites
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Photos for memory, pulled out the girls
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Ghetto birpati, twenty-zero-nine
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Bank of Montana
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We will do
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With me, my guys are not hypocrites
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Photos for memory, pulled out the girls
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Ghetto birpati, twenty-zero-nine
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Buckets and roller, we will do
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Yay, Loud! |