| Backwoods got me congested ain’t rested in two days
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| I’m gettin' paid been on niggas head like toupees
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| I’m a thug cuz, rob the blood out your gaze
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| A cutthroat nigga, bitch, scandalous for days
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| From school days I blew bays got ripped and fucked up
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| In new jays on two ways I scritched and scratched up
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| I beat that batch up when I found out she lyin'
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| Who she think I am, saving private Ryan
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| I make ya town move just by walking on ya block
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| Take the keys to ya city but I still pick the lock
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| Buy a car and a Glock, put the cash in my socks
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| Flip the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit knock
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| To hell with the law, the freeway’s mines
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| So is yo freak radios and Alpines
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| Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime
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| Ya think of me ya think of big money everytime
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| Candy coat shine like the trigger of a nine
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| Orca was a whale but Pisces is the sign
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| I got split personalities, I’m bi-polar
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| You might see me with my Italian stallion or my chola
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| Rap rock and rolla, I’m dope as yola
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| If you don’t pimp her, I might like Dola
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| I’m riding in a big boat like Noah
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| Wid two women of each races, boy I control a
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| A whole ho stable I’m a mack and I’m ready
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| No dough ho dead it, that’s right I said it
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| I grip my dollar bills like my Caddy steering wheel
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| I’m not a chil pill freak do what you will
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| Heart ticking like a time bomb eating spicy prawns
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| Man it’s the god of Khan check it baby right or wrong
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| Can look but don’t stare it’s the crime rhyme king
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| Wid braids like a juvenile Khan nahmean?
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| Wid Bruce Springstein in my Anchor blue jeans
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| Oh yeh I’m in ya city man what’s up with the weed
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| Man call all the Gs, and tell 'em all freeze
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| Andre Nickatina sayin' nigga what you need
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| Hit the corna so narrow in a fly blue Camero
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| A sparrow dodge a arrow but not a double barrel
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| We in a seven series beama it’s me and Nickatina
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| Ready to sexual harrass a bitch like Martin did Gena
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| Committin' felonies and hella misdemeanours
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| A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener
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| Rap singer, pimp done slapped Tina
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| I mack nina from black to latina
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| Clean as Noxema quick to pop the nina
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| Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her
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| Willamina, Tina and Trina got dick by the bay on a Berkeley Marina
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| Don’t mean to point the finger but uh
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| She got pancake syrup and butter
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| Man the way I smoke weed it’s like death of a genius
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| Reappear roll up rise like a phoenix
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| This is not a remix, Nino Felix
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| Put it in a capsule seal it deal it
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| How you want it Nicky baby four times five
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| A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pot pies
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| Excuse me if I’m greedy cause I’m caught up in the lust
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| I’d lie if you want but I’m a tiga you can trust
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| Cause I’m on Fillmore in a white Velour suit
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| In a blue Kangol, in my Wu-Tang boots
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| With a back like a cobra cursed by the mail
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| My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale
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| Baby is a athlete, body like a star
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| Ya talking real bad freak meet me by the car |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fillmoe - Vallejo , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album A Tale Of Two Andres, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп