| Yeah I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| These people ain’t seen a brown skin man
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| Since their grandparents bought one
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| So now I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| These people ain’t seen a brown skin man
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| Since their grandparents bought one
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| So now I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can’t fight alone
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| Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone
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| Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home
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| Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zone
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| The clockers born starin' at an empty plate
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| Momma’s torn hands cover her sunken face
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| We hungry but them belly full
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| The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
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| In tha ruins there’s a network for tha toxic rock
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| School yard ta precinct, suburb ta project block
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| Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
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| The remains left chained to the powder war
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| Can’t waste a day when the night brings a hearse
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| So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can’t plead the first
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| Can’t waste a day when the night brings a hearse
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| So now I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| These people ain’t seen a brown skin man
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| Since their grandparents bought one
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| Yes I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| These people ain’t seen a brown skin man
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| Since their grandparents bought one
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| So now I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
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| They ain’t gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
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| Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
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| A ballots dead so a bullet’s what I get
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| A thousand years they had tha tools
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| We should be takin' 'em
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| Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
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| Can’t waste a day when the night brings a hearse
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| Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can’t plead the first
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| Can’t waste a day when the night brings a hearse
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| So now I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| These people ain’t seen a brown skin man
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| Since their grandparents bought one
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| Yeah I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| These people ain’t seen a brown skin man
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| Since their grandparents bought one
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| Yeah I’m rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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| The rungs torn from the ladder can’t reach the tumour
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| One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
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| Just a quiet peaceful dance!
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| Just a quiet peaceful dance!
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| Just a quiet peaceful dance!
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| Just a quiet peaceful dance!
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| Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we’ll never have
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| Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don’t have |