| Fast cats, filthy nights
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| The grimy, grungy ways
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| No jobs and startin' fights, them dirty crusty days
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| All good in paradise
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| Woo woo woo woo
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| I was born to be the best to flow ever
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| I knew it before I hit puberty back when I was bumpin' Go Stetsa
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| I was hateful, I’d punch you in the face for sayin' hi to me
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| But today I try to chill out and not react so violently
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| People ask is it possible to be positive when most your life you was the
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| opposite could a negative pessimist be an optimist
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| Known for being fat, being crazy and always cursin'
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| It was just my reputation I was even worse in person
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| Robbin' Schemin' and scammin' rootin' and tootin' and shootin'
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| Peace to me was an illusion beefin' was my only solution
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| I was banned from performing at mad places
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| I was known for leavin' them bleedin' and breaking bottles on fans' faces
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| Self-depracatin' unsavory I needed medication majorly
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| I was sinkin' in morale degradation and depravity
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| Addicted to hookers I was an animal wreckin' shit
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| The amount of pussy I paid for I could have probably fixed the national deficit
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| I was fist fightin' fans in moshpits
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| Busy beating people unconscious with speakers instead of makin' pop hits
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| My life
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| Fast cash, filthy nights
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| The grimey grungy ways
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| Blowjobs and startin' fights, them dirty crusty days
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| It’s all good in paradise
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| Woo woo woo woo
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Yo
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| I make game changin' recordings never took precautions
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| I lost all of my endorsements always beefin' with law enforcement
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| Gun totin' grenade holdin' fights that I’m in I’m winnin' them but I’m
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| Getting older I’m tryin' to keep the ignorance to the minimum
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| I still smack up any fan that act up but i don’t put them in a hospital I just
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| get em to behave and back up
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| I used to urinate on women now I take 'em to dinners
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| Don’t mean to disappoint most of my degenerate listeners
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| Used to be in whore houses beggin' for free bees
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| Bumpin' the beasties in my tighty whitey BVD’s
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| Throwin' feces Fans are like «What did Rugged man go soft?»
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| What they got him pumped up on Prozac or Zoloft?
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| Yeah, I’m mad negative you want positivity now I’m doing conscious records with
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| Talib Kweli
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| My belly full of hunger my heart full of hatred it was hard to take it I could
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| barely make it hard to escape it
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| I had to get my head off of that hate shit
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| Always wanted to go ape shit and break shit gettin' groupies and strippers
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| naked that’s the life I created, the party
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| Fast cash, filthy nights
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| The grimey grungy ways
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| Blowjobs and startin' fights, them dirty crusty days
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| It’s all good in paradise
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| Woo woo woo woo
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Hands up
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| I used to curse god but now I rather say a prayer to him
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| My life was a modern Sodom Gomorrah livin' in ruin
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| Our hearts was ice cold never thought that we would open ours
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| Rollin' with coked up stock brokers with broken cigars
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| Rollin' in stolen cars we was hip hops brokest stars
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| Road rage, break your windshield with bats and crowbars
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| We had specially built treadmills for training the pitbulls
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| I have 13 knives and four pistols quick to hit fools
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| Now I shake hands sign autographs I’m friendly
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| I used to hate fans everyone to me was my enemy
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| Now when I’m out with some fine females I might head to a fancy french
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| restaurant sip wine and eat snails
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| Used to smack chicks in the face with my dick and make the whore spread
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| Now I tuck my girl into bed and kiss her on the forehead
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| I’m a chill dude now at least I try to be
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| I calmed down, but don’t try me that ignorant kid he’s still livin' inside of me
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| The party
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| Fast cash, filthy nights
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| The grimey grungy ways
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| Blowjobs and startin' fights, them dirty crusty days
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| It’s all good in paradise
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| Woo woo woo woo
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Over and over the party stay jumpin'
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| Hands up |