| Mister all that and a baggy… skip classy
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| Told her i’d be back in a flashy… exactly
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| Keep an alibi and hall pass me.
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| she didn’t expect nothin… I did this all last week
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| Some upper class ass try and bag me.
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| Used to call her Maxy pad her name Maxy
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| Now she don’t look half as bad no she a damn queen…
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| talkin 'bout under the bleachers doin the damn thing
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| Get wit it or get lost…
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| Toss to the wolves… Kinda hard to keep my thoughts out tha sewers
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| Yo how he get the vaults out tha stores?
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| & all them thoghts were happenin even before I walked out tha door
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| Headin downstairs for some air. |
| who is there?
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| Mr. Walker in a chair 'Where your hall pass"
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| Kept it player… already had it prepared.
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| now puttin L’z in tha air headed to tha lair.
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| Hook:
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| Where ya hall pass? |
| I got. |
| I keep it on me
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| Don’t need no hood pass. |
| you got. |
| Them my ppl homie
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| Yo Where ya hall pass? |
| I got. |
| I keep it on me
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| Don’t need no hood pass. |
| you got. |
| Them my ppl homie
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| Verse 2: Yelawolf
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| I’m on it… fresh fish. |
| smell it.
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| muddy water in my eye lids. |
| hoes i’m highly upset.
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| It’s me you lookin at like what what the fuck am I doin here?
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| I’m hip to tha hop, don’t they use it for brewin beer?
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| Right.hops.right like jump-around…
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| got a pump in tha trunk for any fuckinchump in town
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| Something sounds like onions now. |
| makin you wanna cry
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| Haters look looks like babies when my lyrics personify.
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| But I’m out that gate like a fuckin racin dog… chasin a rabbit.
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| One foot to the nose. |
| dominant bitch I’m takin off
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| Zip-line but i’m out that side… with a pound of ice…
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| for the broken bones & blackened eyes… on the track I ride
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| Bein creative that’s a sacrifice, and i’m on tha crossline,.you know who
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| But I play the cards, play some UNO too.
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| & lay some you know what in what’s her name.
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| that’s some uncle game… fuck um I’m chunkin' lame
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| laughin and tappin at em, de-taggin ya fashion boy
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| that shit is super lame. |
| you got on. |
| packages at my house
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| Im famous, slumerican never been nothin like me.
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| makin money for real never been nothin likely
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| Never been so excited to see my couple of icey… cola
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| Up in wal-mart tryna reach a quota.
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| and Im so over this sofa, but ima leave it on my porch incase my neighbors come
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| over
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| Hook:
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| Where ya hall pass? |
| I got. |
| I keep it on me
|
| Don’t need no hood pass. |
| you got. |
| Them my ppl homie
|
| Yo Where ya hall pass? |
| I got. |
| I keep it on me
|
| Don’t need no hood pass. |
| you got. |
| Them my ppl homie
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| Verse3: Kydd
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| Slumerican… Lz and my rebel friends…
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| Knock Knock who the hell let them devils in?
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| Yellin hellow kitty kickin heroin
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| .smokin like chimney wit a gypsy and my fellow friends
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| Tell em kyddy here, the weirdy weird midi mike breaker
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| The city scared wasn’t prepared it was only an ice breaker
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| Mt dialogue be right along with writers poems
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| Name a higher arch suppling art? |
| Well I don’t know em…
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| I have to show. |
| these tag alongs all have it wrong
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| I was makin rapid songs when mother was snappin on…
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| Me and my brother for havin the base to loud…
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| & fucka hand out. |
| them niggas face too proud
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| & Fuck tha police. |
| is NWA too loud?
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| The sounds of the bruised and battered. |
| used in this music chapter.
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| infused and captured. |
| but u just have ta… loose the fabrication
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| to have a statement as tall as the Appalachian.
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| the beat facin decapitation in yo presence wrappin up this new rappers nation
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| Get yo hall pass deactivated.
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| Assaulted and aggravated. |
| you know it you fascinated
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| Shouldn’t even have to say it
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| Hook:
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| Where ya hall pass? |
| I got. |
| I keep it on me
|
| Don’t need no hood pass. |
| you got. |
| Them my ppl homie
|
| Yo Where ya hall pass? |
| I got. |
| I keep it on me
|
| Don’t need no hood pass. |
| you got. |
| Them my ppl homie |