| I know a man who’s always right
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| Says he’s never wrong
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| But one day when we needed his strength
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| You found that all that gone
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| That’s why I can’t stand your ass now
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| Uh, go Rambo
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| Four-four clap at them, open your toe sandals
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| Oh no, the African rapper, the dope sample
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| I told y’all cats when I’m focused, your flow shambles, P!
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| I hit 'em harder with the large trey
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| Bullets small but forward Iguodala the Andre
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| Gun in my hand, the knife in the other
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| Whichever one of them strike, say good night to your lover
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| Lead pop, got mom dukes in a headlock
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| No exaggeration duke, I’m tight with your mother, P!
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| I don’t listen to most rappers
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| Most rappers suck, fuck, Ruck is the toast clapper
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| Butter your bread, the gun to your head
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| I eat, shit, sleep, murder, gun in my bed, P!
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| Swing swords on the gunner pound
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| Sean is the king, the lord of the underground
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| Salute
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| Fuck outta here, P!
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| I know a man who’s always right
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| Says he’s never wrong
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| But one day when we needed his strength
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| You found that all that gone
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| Pointing guns at my baby mother
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| It’s all gravy, throw the 80 at my baby brother
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| Undiscovered, discuss gun squeezing, I hush hush the demons
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| I’m the definition and the meaning
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| On the scene, News 7, make reality dream wait
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| I make fatality scream hate, so hate and say no more
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| I’m spitting disrespectful from an ancient sword
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| I ex-a-sketch then I X you like the angel’s hoard
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| When I rewind, see I seen it before
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| So decline like mine, put the nine on the floor
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| Peep in mind, I don’t mind to put your mind on your door
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| Mano y mano, couldn’t stop the reign with the poncho
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| Illa the animal, I’m straight from the Congo
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| Flow as a tornado and this cradle in the condo
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| Bottom line, sucker niggas, keep your distance
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| Like a chess game, Illa keep a angle like a bishop
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| Illa
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| I know a man who’s always right
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| Says he’s never wrong
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| But one day when we needed his strength
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| You found that all that gone
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| Mice say cheese, for the bread, it’s all ground beef
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| He probably ran to police before he found me
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| Always swim with the sharks, well then I harpooned them
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| He ducked to water and swam, I got to part two 'em
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| With the fish full of scale, I got to cook something
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| I’ll and Sean got a sale but there’s some jooks coming
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| I’m too good for the streets, I got my bachelor’s
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| I mean what’s good with the beef, I got my spatula
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| Dead bodies tell tales and open cold cases
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| So put them back in the fridge the toes gray
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| Bum, go Rambo
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| Tank and plane got tape on both handles, bao
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| Hit 'em from the land or above
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| I handle a grudge so bitch will put a hand in my tub
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| ICE, chill or be cold without a winter day
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| I kill stars at the end like the movie Grey
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| Wolf
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| I know a man who’s always right
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| Says he’s never wrong
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| But one day when we needed his strength
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| You found that all that gone |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Rambo, artist - Sean Price. Album song Songs In The Key Of Price, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп