| He was a god, Cadmus, or as close as anything I’ve ever known
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| Tyrant, they yell so easily… I laugh
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| No tyrant ever gave back so much
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| And what do they know of the world, these school boys?
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| It takes strong men to rule
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| I don’t want to hear about a nigga if he’s not me
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| Used to be my dog, put him down when he got fleas
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| Buried him in the backyard like I’m Mike B
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| Punk rock asked me am I rolling, bitch I might be
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| White girl, white stripes, white tee, light crease
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| White pearls, white lights, wifeys, IVs
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| White world? |
| Fuck that, Django’s unleashed
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| MJ’s un-bleached, history’s un-teached
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| You gon' sample my voice? |
| I’mma crap on your fleece
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| Full House, Uncle Jesse, if he claps at your niece
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| My whole family deceased, baby mama Clarisse
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| While I’m knocking your hoes, you’ll be knocking your knees
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| You came to the Moor’s show, now you’re rocking Moor tees
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| Undead zombies, ten shots, won’t bleed
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| Should’ve been there, '03, that Monday night I OD’d
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| Joe Greene on codeine, no lean, I’m so mean
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| They think I’m Elvis, they call me selfish
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| I’m like, what, should I live for someone else, bitch?
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| Fuck that, Nacho, I’mma do it my way
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| My way or the highway, my way is the high way
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| Five rides in the driveway, drugged out like I’m Rite-Aid
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| Syrup in my limeade, cheer up, child, crime pays
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| Lion always gon' find ways, choppas turn you sideways
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| Funeral’s in five days, suicide and crime waves
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| Either kill or be killed, that’s the fucking motto
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| I’m Mike Tyson if he never met Cus D’Amato
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| OJ Simpson in a brand new custom Bronco
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| Crushing blanco, we just kick it like it’s Russian Sambo
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| What’s a fucking mongrel to a mob of Mongols?
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| Genghis Khan when I’m dying, beat them up like bongos
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| Niggas keep on spitting trash, leave them in the compost
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| Tryna romp with Nacho? |
| Turn your clique to rump roast
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| Addam’s Family, not Grizzly… Bone her like Bizzy
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| Get boners off Missy, or Oprah off whiskey
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| Poison in my Brisk tea, doing drugs on Disney
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| I’m never coming down, hon', Santa’s in the chimney
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| Fuck around, offend me
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| Gun you down in Fendi, now you’re fucking trendy
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| Never-fucking-ending story: I’m Atreyu, fuck you like I paid you
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| Hooker, yeah, I played you, fuck ?? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crime Waves , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album High & Mighty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп