| Yeah, someone call the villains
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| Someone call the heroes
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| Tell them that I’m livin' like I’m both
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| Call me Pete Rose
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| Livin' by the G code
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| Never F it up
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| I always hit my free throws
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| You never step it up
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| But it’s a blessing in disguise
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| I’m lookin' at the game through a peep-hole
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| Watching Jaws getting chewed by some Nemo’s
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| I’m blowin' weed smoke
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| Living on a speed boat
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| Music in my engine
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| That’s the only way the dream floats
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| So I’m gon' be the one that comes along that leaves you something to fuck with
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| Even when I’m dead, light a blunt bitch
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| 'Cause everything I make is so ahead, now it’s timeless
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| No doubt, you gon' have to listen and rewind this
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| Sold out shows, full of hoes keep me mindless
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| Mixing up my potion for success
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| I’m the scientist
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| Twistin' up this potent for the stress
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| I’m depriving it
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| Really nothing serious
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| The theory is the sky’s in it
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, I make a beat and take a shot, and then I zone out
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| Lookin' at my feet taking off on their own route
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| Hip-hop is a grapevine, bunch of starvin' Marvins
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| Arguing 'bout Earth when it’s really 'bout the martians
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| With DIEMON on they chest, lions in the flesh
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| Eyein' every prize in the skies of a test
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| I’ma pass it, wake up in the studio
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| The classics that I made last night
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| After late night flights
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| I’m a shark chasing minnow’s, but I save my bite
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| For the big fish, you small times, I’m talking big shit
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| I’m tryin' to make 100 million when I’m 25
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| Not when I’m 25 or by the time I’m 25
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| I’m drivin' in a Ghost
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| Every day is Halloween
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| Lighting up my smoke
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| Probably blazin' Charlie Sheen
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| I’m on the West Coast, stress low, with a bad bitch
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| Life is like a movie, I got groupies as my actress, yeah, hehe
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| Yeah, and I got groupies as my actress
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| Yeah
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| And everyday’s the same shit, weed and alcohol
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| Yeah, I mix the pain with the greed and have it all
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| And everyday’s the same shit, weed and alcohol
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| Yeah, I mix the pain with the greed and have it all
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| OK, I’m 'bout to be a legend, who’da thought I do it this way?
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| Had to plant a garden, you were tryin' to let the Knicks play
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| Now I’m on my 6th day, kush in my 6th J
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| Liquor in my cup, so my mind’s playin' tricks, hey
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| Girls are gettin' frisky
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| I don’t have the time but
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| If you make those hips sway
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| I’ll promise you’ll be mine
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| Little Dominican dime with an attitude
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| Come up to my altitude
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| We gon' rock the boat
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| And probably make the mountains move
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| I’m gon' rock the show and
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| Take you all around the moon I live on
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| Just sip on this vodka and get gone
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| Yeah, just get gone
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Corleone , by - Russ. Song from the album Straight from Limbo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп