| Rasta dem king of the jungle |
| Dread lock swing down me back like Repunzel |
| My bred'dren sling dem pack an' dem bundle |
| We'll take your tings, sell it back to your uncle |
| And we'll make it rain till your dances will come true |
| We'll make it rain so you betta bring a swimsuit |
| Alone when I came, but I'm leavin with them two |
| Gals give me brain, give me brain like temples |
| And him got the game, game sharp like a pencil |
| And if you want formage we can crash like a symbol |
| And Let prepare me window, on my new sports coupe |
| Twelve hoarses in the hood, sittin on hoarse shoes |
| Come from the land that Jesus walked through |
| Sacrifice me life, man I bleed for me uncle |
| Them no want to run, run with me them no want to |
| Murder them, and the family them belong to |
| Next ting them kno I run a street like a car door |
| You go after me, me I dearly depart you |
| Hip hop is mine now, Mine what you gone do? |
| I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two |
| Playtime for me, cause see to me, they are cartoons |
| How come every joint be on point like a harpoon? |
| How come evry bar stand strong like a barstool? |
| How come every line is so raw you gone snort too? |
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| Murder them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them |
| Man murda them. Man I murda them. Fuck a competition, man I murda them |
| And that is why I'm hot |
| Its Da Drought 3, Welcome |
| Have fun! |
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