| Comin down like a hatchet, rollin with the masses, throwin my matches atop of a
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| gasoline package.
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| Throwin rhymes like ratchets, playas with passion comin disastrous bashin.
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| Runnin round with the wrong crowd acting like you all down, bout it, bout it,
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| but you bow down.
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| What’s up with you, what’s up with you, what’s up with me,
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| you’re the one that I see through.
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| Right, left take a ride in the doperide, yeah.
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| Right, left take a ride.
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| Getting paid in the last days.
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| Rage of the teenage.
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| Comin out strong and hard and on the front page.
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| Haven’t I stated, never been faded.
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| If you’re steppin up, for sure you’re getting wasted.
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| Hangin out base in time you’re wasted, hear you talkin local scene,
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| I’m talkin nation.
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| Everything I will be, everything I should be, everything you’ll never be,
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| everything you can’t but wanna be.
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| Right, Left, take a ride in the doperide, yeah.
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| Right, left take a ride.
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| No apologies like I’m born-again.
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| No authorities gonna fumble my legs.
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| Rollin with the masses throwin my matches, atop of a gasoline package. |