| You know it’s real
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| Poppin' a pill
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| Nice with the pill
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| Ice on the scale
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| Nights in Negril
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| Kites from in jail
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| You type to tell
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| Flights for the girls
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| Black nightingales
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| Knights of the vale
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| Vice is entailed
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| Pipes and assailants
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| Their tails rattle, but they fail in battle
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| I pop jail shout outs while I bail Seattle
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| I hear they chatter but to me it ain’t matter
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| I’m off a stamped passport with some cake batter, getting at her
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| Of course I’ve bagged her, there’s sadder and badder
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| He’s the former, I’m the latter
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| He gotta buy all the things he brag bout
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| Me? |
| When I came out man, I already had it
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| I’m in the back of G’s van with Royce the Choice pop
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| He told me his son was abouts to get hot
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| These is town niggas, I’m thinking «Why not?»
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| Get brioche my bro put some dough on a knot
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| I practice in Blackness when macking my flows
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| This for an African niggas I know
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| Like Couled and Sala, and Jurato
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| They clip the AK, «say what’s happenin' bro?»
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| The usual, pimped on a beat
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| Just back from Casablanca with G Z’s on my feet
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| Let me now shout out EC and DP
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| Since C.A.Y.A., I flowed the fly way
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| She knew they deal know she’s on the highway
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| From my hood, if you was fly, if you had one in skyway
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| Shout out EJ, CJ, KJ
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| Each and e’ry day, for me’s a pay day
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| He ain’t filthy, no word gymnastics
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| That’s Old English, dipped in plastic
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| Deliver spastic in the fridge since last week
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| Tissus de l’ere spatial avec femmes afrique
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| That’s French, I just pimped you just simp
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| I bop with a limp, rock a trench
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| I’ve been in a trench, I get out the pinch
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| You can’t so you still on the bench
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| For styles I invented, dough start to print
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| Hoes start to grin, I’m in motion
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| You’re all in contempt
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| Lost in these streets and sound lost on a beat
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| Man, I can’t even remember my last tweet
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| You’re soc-med selfie came, that’s sweet
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| Your swag seems so pink but hey, that’s me
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| This one I’m with like mango lassi
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| Whoosh off her feel, it’s a fast sweep
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| Sprawled out looks like gold across black mink
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| We touch and agreed now she fast asleep
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| But I’m still up juggin' on this beat
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| Thus I’m a don
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| I got diamonds on my flow
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| Any rapper nigga knows
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| I’m watching all the stars
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| Falling out they bars
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| I see the sell outs, clowns, coons
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| Staring empty minded at the moon
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| Ever waiting
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| This is why, I ride the waves
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| I got Quazarz on my heart
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| Filthy braids and razor parts
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| We could do it in the dark
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| I see the sell outs, clowns, coons
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| Staring empty minded at the full moon
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| Ever waiting
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| This is why, I freed the slaves |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Since C.A.Y.A. , by - Shabazz Palaces. Song from the album Quazarz: Born On A Gangster Star, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп