| Ouija Board got me feelin' like Lazy Bone
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| So I stay around the green like Casey Jones
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| The real Nacho’s dead, I’m his crazy clone
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| I’m a player and a coach like Jerry Sloan
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| And it’s all on the bitch, no nights alone
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| I’m ambidextrous, I don’t know right from wrong
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| I’m a Greek god, I should bathe in bronze
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| Elevators and thongs, cause I’m the yellow Fonz
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| I’m in the game like Tron
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| You in the game like Pogs
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| I’m paper chasing, you ain’t in shape to jog
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| The voices in my head start as a whisper
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| The bass gets louder, the voices gets crisper
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| Too much reverb but I’m a good listener
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| I pull up on bitches and peel off like blisters
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| My pill is like pirates, oh shiver me timbers
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| Cyrus the Virus I’m flyer than forever
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| Black shoes, white tie
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| Black version of a gangster ass white guy
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| Tattoos, black eyes
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| I’m raising them hell so you better get baptized
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| Black shoes, white tie
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| Black version of a gangster ass white guy
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| Tattoos, black eyes
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| I’m raising them hell so you better get baptized
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| Spark hemp, I am no Clark Kent
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| 40 Cal. |
| make you jump like the old Shawn Kemp
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| After class, two-faced like Harvey Dent
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| So when it came to high school we hardly went
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| Skip class for them J’s, it was hard to get
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| Ten toes to the curb on the hard cement
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| I was known to sleep around like narcolept
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| I wore thick black frames like Malcolm X
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| These niggas corn flakes and I’m the Chex
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| They be talking out they necks like Jonah Hex
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| Pop pills we roll like Roman heads
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| With a punk rock bitch like John the Jet
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| I got a hitman’s heart, I’m going Bret
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| These niggas' buying weed I’m growing it
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| I’m talkin' violent but I’m pretty sure the Glock is silent
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| I do my thing, I ain’t never say it’s rocket science |