| We got game.
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| (A fast one) When I listen, I feel the mic that’s in my hand. |
| I think your
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| brain is on my land. |
| I simmer down but when you’re sure looking to the sky you
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| see the laws from the rhythm of the force. |
| You’re running down the street and
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| meeting people from the force. |
| An open door, and guess what I saw.
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| I saw the crew chillin’by the liquor shop they were sitting down and listening
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| to the hip-hop.
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| We got game.
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| Every now and then my mind makes a mirror. |
| And it tries to see the kid that
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| makes life a killer. |
| The face is in the haze but that leaves the taste,
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| I start to think it’s light from heaven. |
| (Woo!) The memory around is beginning
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| to fade. |
| But the stain it made will never really go away. |
| I hit it off with
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| this lady dusk she was driving the fast lane and getting hyper pain.
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| Where are we going?
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| Where are we goin’when I don’t see ya movin'? |
| Beggin’for a ride yes you know I
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| stay cool but up into the sky, now back onto the earth. |
| Now that’s the funky
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| part but I ain’t got my bird. |
| The whole universe is sittin’in my mind.
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| I think too much but I ain’t fucking blind. |
| I do a mean rap but I think about
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| the other day, about the time I turned shit to haze.
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| I know I’m not the only one who’s getting affected. |
| To the people all around
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| that make me disruptive. |
| I smoke a pack a day and I drink all night and when I
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| get horny I pick a fight. |
| The wind has changed and the sun has come up,
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| everything’s been working since I got my new haircut. |
| I’m teaching my style,
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| I’m makin’a G smile to this world I was living in exile.
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| Where are we going? |