| Thank you, thank you very much
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| I appreciate that, thank you
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| Yeah uhh, once again, Soul father Rasco
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| Dick Swan', The Theory, Cali Agent #1
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| Yeah… new and improved
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| San Fran', Oakland, yeah, look
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| Well it’s the shotgun slinger, middle right finger
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| Me against the world, up against your girl
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| 34 years, this rap game takin its toll
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| I never quit still spittin it cold
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| Now, I’ve reached inside to find my pride and
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| Mushed your face to clear my space you
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| Niggas forgot who calls these shots
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| Mr. G Dubya Bush with one button to push
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| Secure your home man, goin for your dome man
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| Nobody cares, gotta make it on your own man
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| The things I’ve seen will make y’all scream at the
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| Top of your lungs to get y’all sprung
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| I’ve survived to keep shit live
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| From the, training wheels to four wheel drive
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| Respect the game, respect my name
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| It’s the nigga that can break your whole chest frame
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| Listen and learn, I spit these bars like
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| Life depends to get those ends (yeah)
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| Fuck your trends, I spits like no one
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| Off the mound, you still can’t throw one (hell naw)
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| Splits and curves, you cats got nerve
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| Call your clique, you might get served (hell yeah)
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| Smoked and choked with hands on throat
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| Now my mission is to get my hands on notes
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| Check the stats we don’t bust gats, we
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| Sling the crack in 16 tracks
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| Half an ounce to make dudes bounce
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| Niggas, took they shots and still don’t count (nah)
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| Rock for years but dudes don’t care be
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| Ras again I must speak clearly
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| It’s still the same, we still rock yearly
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| Thoughts provoked, The Dick Swan Theory |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Theory , by - Rasco. Song from the album The Dick Swanson Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп