| We’re gonna tell you what them drugs can do
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| They’ll fuck your life in a minute or two
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| If you keep it up, you’ll be finishing through
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| Opie, Ras, and Paulie always talkin' the truth
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| Paulie:
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| Me see 'em on the street
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| Boy, what a shame
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| You all cracked up
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| Man, you lost all your game
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| 3 weeks in a row
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| You’ll be wearing the same clothes
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| Stink so bad
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| The smell be wrinklin' up me nose
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| Man, what at one
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| Drugs on your mark
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| Revert all your sold
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| All the furniture you had
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| Down at the pawn shop
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| Scream in a scroungin'
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| Ingest the tweak
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| And your heart starts pounding
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| Crap head, boy
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| Them a smoke of a mountain
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| Opie:
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| Night is the time when you should be asleep
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| No walking around and tweaking on the street
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| You look down town, you know what I mean
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| You see them strange people and them take speed
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| We no pirate, we no bad man
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| A one thing I know, the tweak will make you sad
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| Stick with your actions and you’ll end up in rehab
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| Paulie:
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| Yo, them of always heard
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| Them a smoke tweak
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| Them fast a deal
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| Them a make a profit
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| Me stick to me Guinness and me stick to me spliff
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| Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street
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| Me see it everyday
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| In it I my face
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| A whole generation
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| Lost out without a trace
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| Caught on the plastic
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| Boy, what a waste
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| Oh, mass a God, a petty in all them fiez
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| Paulie:
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| Them collect bottles
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| Them collect charms
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| Some will sell anything
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| And get in on the pants
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| Them a leave daddy
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| No laugh in a funny
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| Could’ve been a sittin'
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| On your daddy or your mommy
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| We speak of Philly hood
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| Tell them the truth
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| Fuck with the speed
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| And the devil does a dead
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| Ras-1:
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| Lips on the pipe
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| Up all night
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| Starin' at an engine'
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| With a flashlight
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| Then I start to take apart my VCR
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| 20 projects goin' cause I’m tweakin' so hard
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| Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin
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| Lose a couple teeth, but I’m not trippin'
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| Just when I thought I was head of the game
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| Wake in a rehab with Rick James
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| Didn’t even see that I was slippin'
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| 2 years in another backyard wrenchin'
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| Next thing I know I’m on heroin
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| I woulda been better off just smokin'
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| Ras-1: Choona
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| Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man
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| Ras-1: I ain’t trippin', Opie. |
| Got some weed, Paulie?
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| Paulie: Brooklyn’s best kid!
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| And you know that, man
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| Guinness and the ganja
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| That kyamboron… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talkin' The Truth , by - Long Beach Dub Allstars. Song from the album Wonders Of The World, in the genre Иностранный рок