| Yeah, yo, what up yo?
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| Yeah, yeah, what up?
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| Nothin', man, hold on
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| Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
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| Nigga, I’ve seen everything I wanted to see
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| Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit
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| I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop
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| Aight, peace, one-one
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| I’m up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains
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| My mind’s on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed
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| My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D. C
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| My cell phone rings off the hook: «brrring!»
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| «Kinetic 9: Yo, what’s the word, king?»
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| Duckin' lights, b.s. |
| and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel
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| Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
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| 'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble
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| With the, the Beez…
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| … That’s why we study degrees
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| And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks
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| Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month
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| You’ve seen Bird? |
| You had beef with that chump
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| And I heard he came home from a two-year slump
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| Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
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| And when I see that crab, I’m a dump in his lump
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| 'Cuz niggas ain’t shit but welfare cheese
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| With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds
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| Frontin' with their platinum like they’re O’s and G’s
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| When faced with the gat, niggas pose and freeze
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| And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills
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| In my mind spin, they give skin chills
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| Yo, son, we gotta make them deals
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| For ten mill’s so we can pay them bills, yo
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| You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
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| Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
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| Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play
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| Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do
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| Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
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| Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
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| Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play
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| Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay
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| Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat
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| Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be
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| Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say
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| Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach
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| Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay
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| Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay
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| And get our record played, on the radio
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| Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.
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| Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
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| Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be
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| Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give
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| Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cherry Range, artist - RZA. Album song Birth Of A Prince, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп