| Everybody asks me what, everybody asks me who
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| Everybody asks me why I do what I do
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| I walk around the town with a paper bag that’s brown
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| With a beer inside of it cuz I drink a lot of it
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| I like to get lit so everyday I take a hit
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| And I don’t give a shit just what you make of it
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| Don’t bother me, won’t bother you
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| What the hell you trying to do?
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| Get up in my mix, why you wanna fix someone who ain’t broke
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| I must have done something right
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| I take flight day and night and try to make my shit tight
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| Like that bandana on your arm, I’ll scar you like a needle
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| I’m sick of you fucking people talking about me like I’m equal
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| Like I make shit real severe, I’ll make you all disappear
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| But right now I’m not ready to serve twenty five years, to life
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| That’s not something that I’ll do for you
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| I do what I do when I do what I do
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| I do what I do when I do, when I want to
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| When I do what I do
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| I do what I do when I do, what’s it to you
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| When I do what I do
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| I do what I do when I do, when I want to
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| When I do what I do
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| I do what I do when I do, what’s it to you
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| When I do what I do
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| Make sure my head is shaved so I throw on brand new blades
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| Don’t leave home without my shades and some money I just made
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| Pantalones big in size, cuz inside there’s a big prize
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| You think you’re bad like me? |
| I’ll believe that when pigs fly
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| I kick back under lamps, do what? |
| No, I bust raps
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| Just call me el maldito, flying like an eagle
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| Waiting for release so, bumping like the Misos
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| I got a lot of primos, not to mention mi amigos
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| On the bicicleta on the way to the marqueta
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| That’s where I said I’d meet the vato, my conecta
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| Give him some feria in exchange for some yesca
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| The one hitter quitter, spinning my cabeza
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| But don’t call me druggy, because that word is ugly
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| I just smoke marijuana, any time I wanna
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| There’s no change in me, can’t turn my brown eyes blue
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| I do what I do when I do what I do
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| I always kick up dust but I always keep my shoes clean
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| People say I’m too mean, what the hell do you mean?
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| They say when I drop rolas Lil' Rob controla
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| As if I didn’t know, tears on you pillow
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| Don’t know if I know enough, know enough to call your bluff
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| Why you wanna school me? |
| Fool you cannot fool me
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| The truth is in your eyes, the window to your soul
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| You say you got pedo, puto just let it go
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| Before you get too deep and you start losing sleep
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| Got you weeping like a willow, break you like a window
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| Spinning faster than my cd, so fast that you can’t see me
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| Black boots, black Dickies, white shirt and my beanie
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| Got eyes behind my head, I stab back-stabbers dead
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| Put them all up in their place, they catch a case up in their face
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| Hey you know it’s true, but what is it to you
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| I do what I do when I do what I do |