| With brothas always smokin' on the doja
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| The OPM
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| Damn we rollin
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| Hand on the mic
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| Till we decide about the sick life
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| Californ-i-a born and raised till this very day
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| Hell to pay for the ways of the size we blaze
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| Everyday, a hundred miles an hour
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| Sorta sour cause my soul’s been devoured
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| Never looked up above
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| When push came to shove
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| As it usually does
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| Keepin' up with these thugs
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| Doin' all of these drugs with no means of direction
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| Infection
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| But here’s my objection
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| Rejection
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| By your whole congregation
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| With no empathy for my situation
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| No place in society thats my reality
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| Angry dont know whos the enemy
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| I’m in deep
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| Beneath the streets
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| It’s hard to creep from city to city
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| With all these hitters and the heat
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| Killin' me, stealin from me
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| Makes no sense to me
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| So I keep it tight with the homies in the family
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| Here’s a reality check from the streets of California
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| Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on, yo
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Here’s a reality check from the streets of California
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| Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on, yo
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| We’re all smokin
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| Tryin' the SO’s
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| Broken homes
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| Chokin' locos
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| For pesos
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| Slingin' dope by the case-os
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| Smokin' cocos
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| Laced with angel dust and opium
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| Cities for niggas causin' fuckin' pandemonium
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| Spoiled by suburbia
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| Cottonmouth what then all the man
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| Formin' corny reputations
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| Bustin' tracks from Kid Kreation
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| Me and the artists who performed the hardest collaberations
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| Born and raised in the golden state
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| Don’t invite no plates
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| Servin' up some dinner
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| For southern county serial sinner
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| Imperial
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| Superial lyrical
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| In again
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| See the opium den
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| We see the man who posed prohibitin'
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| And drop a eight to eliminate a peaceful
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| Evolution of man
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| For your political pollution
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| There’s no solution for these county criminal minds
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| Just subliminal rhymes
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| Hypnotizing mankind
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| Here’s a reality check from the streets of California
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| Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Here’s a reality check from the streets of California
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| Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Heres a reality check from the streets of Califonia
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| See California the major growth industry
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| Are private security and penitentiary
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| Risin from the climatose
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| Cold-war economies
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| That’s why the pigs got my homies down on their knees
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| Lined up against the walls
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| So the community can see
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| That the po po won’t go away
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| So please, now
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| Open up your eyes guys
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| You can realize
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| That the land of sunny skies
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| Disguised as paradise
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| Is a lie
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| Here’s a reality check from the streets of California
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| Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Here’s a reality check from the streets of California
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| Keep your eyes wide open to what’s really goin' on yo
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| Things ain’t always what they seem
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| Things ain’t always what they seem |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reality Check, artist - OPM. Album song Menace To Sobriety, in the genre Иностранный рок