| Westcoast…
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| Now I don’t make mixtapes I don’t care who did
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| I make whole records make more than you did who’s this?
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| Mr. Buck 45 bout to trip on you suckas wavin rags ain’t never been crips
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| It’s the Pic-o president motherfuckers know me
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| I keep it O. G watchin episodes of O. C
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| I’m low-key blown up L. A grown up
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| All around the world they got both (bells thrown up ??)
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| Hold up, it’s a family of folks
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| Poppin the mids with the smoke when you’re broke
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| Lighten the mood with the comical jokes
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| Do it to the movement cause the music provokes
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| Smooth shit you get used with the trueness though
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| Some of you know livin their life stupid
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| Got a lotta plans but they never gon' do shit
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| Til you get off your ass and try to make that music blast
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| And make the ladies dance, motivate your mind
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| Advance past the devilish plans
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| They got your life in they hands
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| Livin it fast they tryin to take a chance with your soul
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| Only youth feels like this, looks like this
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| Then you know it’s brand new
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| Makin my mind up breakin' the line up
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| Shakin the fine whatever was takin' your time up
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| Niggas they rhyme but they ain’t making the A-team
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| This legendary status seems truly amazing
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| Stocks and bonds formulated can’t break it cause
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| Eight is enough but true funk we can’t fake it
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| Does the word forever mean anything to you
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| Well it’s whatever we do we stay forever brand new
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| Choppin' it up, flippin it, what?
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| Zippin' it close hoes don’t but your lip in it
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| Sinister style symphony rippin' it
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| Fellas L’s please ladies put their hip in it
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| These folks got infinite jokes
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| Whole rap careers from a templet hoax
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| Sip without The Grouch involved
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| Ain’t no spout in small streams of
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| Spit drip while I’mma fountain off
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| I’m too cool for school bad news and dude
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| Cocky with nothin' to prove get in the groove
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| I’m not impressed with the fools you jock
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| I wrap circles round necks like a noose (??)
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| They make threats but they run the cops
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| If I need security I find it on my block!
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| I got a neighborhood watch you won’t walk and
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| No this ain’t talk you best to not cross bitch!
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| On tap like a barback black Cadillac smooth intellect
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| Who’s on the next Star Trek with rack-mounted styles that’s
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| Posted up in the studio the sky
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| Heavens sent get hell bent off gideons side of your minds
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| Key to the city…
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| Put on the end of my mission pull to attract
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| (there is a new group ??) of citizens
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| In this art that’s brand new yet
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| Older than iceberg slim’s view on how to make a little dough
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| Kneeding young ears into the perfect picture show
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| No holding back here we come as we journey to the sun
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| With mountains on the one like bubble boy’s stun
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| Deep in trouble boy run like Ghostface
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| Legends run the place
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| Hillary bring a new villain to the work called taste
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| So absurd you fake all you do is hate
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| Hope the bridge don’t break
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| Cause every problem that you make
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| Only pushes me further when I’m gone I’m gone
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| To where I don’t give a fuck who’s ridin…
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| Down the road up the street around the corner and bends
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| Along the coast of California where the sidewalk ends
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| Over the county line under the borders
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| Through the hole in the fence to reach you and your friends ladies…
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| I make music like love and viceverse a night nurse
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| With the right words to push your buttons
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| Like a star 69 my might flirts
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| They can feel it like the holy ghost through them tight skirts
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| Oh man amen it’s like church bodies (?? put) together
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| Like hands through our names you outburst like oh my god
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| Holy shhhhh… Legends uhhh… it feels like this… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brand New , by - Living Legends. Song from the album Classic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп