| This town ain’t the right size for you and I
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| Six million ways to fly, who’s tryna die?
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| The moon got a dark side, I know a guy
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| Who mix up a spliff like witches with newt eye
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| Cocktails unlike the Tom Cruise kind
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| Inhale, choke up like a high noose tied
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| I’m too down, like the blue towel
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| Alice the white rabbit and a white owl, ow
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| Couple hits’ll put your lights out, ciao
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| Some white boys bringing the pipes out, wow
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| Spark L’s like dude, gettin' the Dell
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| For what they sell in the tubes, many sit in a cell
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| Cottonmouth, moving like Rochelle Farrell
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| Hit the harvest with clippers like Sam Cassell
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| Word to Dewey Cox, you won’t get hooked, ahk
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| Laced or dip, that shit turn your eyes Fetty Wap
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| When that shit got lame, we spiced up the game
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| Brought out the blades and lined up cocaine
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| Prefer it off white, but albinos, okay
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| To balance out the jump, we rolled it up Js
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| Honey had the stylish chain with the scoop
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| Four troop packed in the stall like the coupe
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| Spontaneous interludes in the nude like Luke
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| Musta been the X that made them look cute
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| No peer pressure, this campaign’s grassroots
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| Squad members hailin' from the top to the bottom
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| From coast to coast, toast Gamora and Sodom
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| We dyin' to die with more problems
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em, sip 'em if you got 'em
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| Pop 'em if you got 'em, snort 'em if you got 'em
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| Shoot 'em if you got 'em, eat 'em if you got 'em
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| Drop 'em if you got 'em, take 'em if you got 'em
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| Chew 'em if you got 'em, fuck 'em if you got 'em
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| Roll 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Sip 'em if you got 'em, pop 'em if you got 'em
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Farmin' the fungus like Mario the plumber
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| You can smell the cocktail off the sweat from the summer
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| Double the ration, last trip was a bummer
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| Had to hit the new connect, my Bae Bro had the number
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| You know the steez, some Gs hit pharmacies
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| Alchemy initially prescribed for they knees
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| Over the border or order from over seas
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| Or cop it off the corner, know a family down the street
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| I support local business
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| Plus the head, stay grass fed
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| 'Til the eyes go blood red
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| Who dat grew this shiznit?
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| That shavelli had my wig split, O-M-Jesus
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| When we out of town, hit the legal with the visa
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| Know a bunch of stoners down to roll up 'til you seizure
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| From coast to coast, toast Gamora and Sodom
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| We dyin' to die with more problems
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em, sip 'em if you got 'em
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| Pop 'em if you got 'em, snort 'em if you got 'em
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| Shoot 'em if you got 'em, eat 'em if you got 'em
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| Drop 'em if you got 'em, take 'em if you got 'em
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| Chew 'em if you got 'em, fuck 'em if you got 'em
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| Roll 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Sip 'em if you got 'em, pop 'em if you got 'em
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PSA Drugfest 2003 (Sleeveless Minks) , by - Quelle Chris. Song from the album Guns, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп