| I split the blunt down the middle, throw away the brown shit
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| Replace it with mean green, roll it up and take a hit
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| And you bitch-made fools
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| Homey, there’s no excuse
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| So stay down, so stay one
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| You learn from your roots
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| From the steel toe boots
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| Hush Puppies and Chuck Taylors
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| Smugglin’pounds of shit across the border, can’t nobody tell us A damn thang, we bang, slang and clang
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| Huh
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| It ain’t true that we’re all in the same gang (Aw hell naw)
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| Hey, hey
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| Who got the yay
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| Who got the weed
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| Who got the shit that’ll make your motherfuckin’brain bleed?
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| Me Nino B, maniac and tricky
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| Got some bomb weed, now the situation sticky
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| Hit me on the cellphone
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| I’m out grindin'
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| Lettin’the chain swing in the wind when I’m grimin'
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| You’re runnin’out of time
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| Fuck
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| Nickles and dimes
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| It’s P’s and K’s when we come across the borderline
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| Bring it on
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| I heard a rumor going 'round
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| Bring it on It’s the Mr. Shadow, Nino Brown
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| Bring it on We cock back when we strap
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| Bring it on Stick 'em with them gangstafied raps
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| Bring it on
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| I heard a rumor going 'round
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| Bring it on It’s the Mr. Shadow, Nino Brown
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| Bring it on We drop the bomba, que onda?
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| Bring it on Sick 'em like some Pit’s, fool, we sick, huh!
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| Bring it on Lil’bitches start to hatin'
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| From the S.D. |
| to the big Los, the great collaboration
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| Anticipation
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| Throughout the great brown nation
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| Lurkin’in the shadows, it’s the Mr., motherfucker
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| Bring it on We stack fast bucks and mack ducks
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| Step on wack ducks with blue chucks and nunchucks
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| Bring it on Criminals slash rap subliminal
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| ASCAP, booty ass crack, sorry sap
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| Bring it on See this my motherfuckin’hale
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| Mr. Bri-down, creepin’through the fog with my dog
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| Bring it on Mr. Shadow be my perro
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| Bout to blow this muh’fucker up, pucker up Bring it on And duck quick
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| No shit, we be the shit
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| Dedicated to them haters in the calle
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| Bring it on Step back
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| Shut ya trap
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| I heard your shit
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| Threw that muh’fucker out the window
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| Repeat Chorus
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| You can catch me and Nino
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| Walkin’in casinos
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| Drinkin’expensive wine and spendin’stacks of C-notes
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| You see, hoe?
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| That’s how we pimp playas do Takin’over the game, everyday, actin’a fool
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| We make news with the shit that we do Crack you and your boys with a 4"by 2″
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| You motherfuckers, what?
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| We on top of the list
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| Don’t get mad
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| If you can’t handle it, then hoe
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| Call your dad (Daddy)
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| Bring it on Don’t get it twisted
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| I know you listed
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| Mas chingones matones
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| We pay a visit
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| Bring it on Catch your ass in a deep sleep
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| When we creep and we crawl, gang-bangin', then we ball (Homie)
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| Bring it on Infiltrate the game, fuck the fame
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| Nino rearrange your whole mente, sippin’Presidente
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| Respecto, respect the flow
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| N-I-N-O
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| Mr. Shadow
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| Bring it on, you muh’fucker (What)
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| Repeat Chorus |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Fucking Around, artist - Mr. Shadow. Album song Gang Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп