| When I wake up in the morning, first I yoke out
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| Then I ??? |
| pimp, so I can smoke out
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| Good green opening up my third eye for sure
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| As I contemplate on which spot I’d like to go today
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| Damn, should I CDB again, I feel like loccin
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| Fallin thru every bomb spot in Oakland
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| I got the good but I just can’t trip
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| Skyball TWAMP TWAMP for a piece of crip
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| Danl ??? |
| that’s the place to go
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| And my partner on the corner got the sack for sure
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| '84, I’m quick to look for booty hook
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| And if I’m fienin I need to see beamin
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| Cos, aah, them young brothers smoke the same way I smoke
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| But now all day I’m comin up short
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| Uh, I hope the town still love me
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| For some reason and my deceasing and my zoot’s ain’t fluffy
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| I need a pillow
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| Chorus: DeWayne Wiggins
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| Lay a drop on the pillow (Yeah baby)
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| And just relax, relax, relax (Cos that was made for you)
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| Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
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| I’ll fly free sack (fly free sack), fly free sack
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| (Cos that was dove for you)
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| Verse 2: Rame Royal
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| By chance it might seem strange, many nights I dream
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| Of trees on the range with branches of light green
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| Women slumbering get tossed like salad with cucumber
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| But can’t stop me from gettin lost on the lands of broccoli
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| High! |
| I shut em, close my eyes, cough, too much spirit goes
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| The cloud nine where I’m a lyrical wiz
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| Magical like Willow wit automatic flowin pillows
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| Get rolled in a bliz and consumed, that’s how Rame Royal is
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| In my room at the villo, sun shines thru blue blinds
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| On the window, lettin me know it’s time
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| To go back to reality
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| Oakland, Cali
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| And a sack of indo left on the bed
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| Next to my rizzy’s head
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| Fulfillin wishes, I’m fillin phillies, Vegas and swishes
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| Wit twenty reefers, sticky weed — minty and delicious
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| All I need and can axe for, a twamp to crunch
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| Probably won’t want another blunt til lunch
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| Verse 3: Richie Rich
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| Fell thru Sophia’s but didn’t see her
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| Now I’m convinced that it’s on when I fall thru this red fence
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| I shoulda flipped the whole thang when I had the chance
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| But that done broke my back like a bald bozack
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| On a late night, I lurk for sure and got a lot of dough
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| For the first cat with the platinum sacks
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| And, naw, it ain’t a jack, you can hold my scraps
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| But pull a move and catch a lump to the back behind the scak
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| Richie Rich might walk a country mile, smilin all the way long
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| Wit dreams of pullin bongs, writin bomb songs
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| Buzzin with my cousin at the villo
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| Stressin off a pillow
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| Chorus: DeWayne Wiggins
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| Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
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| And just relax, (just) relax, relax
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| (I know, I know, I know the sack was one for you!)
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| Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby)
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| I’ll fly free sack, (fly free sack), fly free sack
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| (I know this sack was wrong for you)
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| Yeah ba-by!
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| Oooh yeah
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| Here we are gettin night endeavour
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| Don’t worry cos it’s gonna get better
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| I roll a fat one for you, yeah
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| Break it down cos it ain’t no startin
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| Put a drop on the every bodin
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| And I’ll blow a pillow with you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pillow , by - Richie Rich. Song from the album Seasoned Veteran, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп