| The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades
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| Just your ordinary average homicide days
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| Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays
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| Now I’m in the hot pursuit, I’m riding sideways
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| I know my life ain’t worth the bullets in your '45
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| But you ain’t hitting me, I jump into a sporty dive
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| Before you know I got my shank inside your throat and sides
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| 24's on 84 Regal as you was flooring right
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| Peeling, chrome creeping, through the ghetto zone
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| 9 milli-milli bang for the metal tome
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| Send you back to your mama wrapped in cellofoam
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| You seen the lights of the flashy berretta chrome
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| Slice your ass with this hatchet like we Tom and Jerry
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| Knock your shit out, get you paid by the tooth fairy
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| When you die you’re getting wet up like your bloody Carrie
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| Tuck your ass nice and cozy for the cemetery
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| When I burry your ass
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| Money to my mamma, I’m sending that
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| Corners full of drama I’m bending that
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| 24's on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding
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| 24's on a 84 Regal, and I’m grinding
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| 24's on my 84 Regal
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| I’m riding down your block with 2 Desert Eagles
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| I’m fixing to save the underground like Neo. |
| People
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| People, there’s no equal
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| Fuck the sequel
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| This is it
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| A hit is a hit
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| You’re about to get your wig split
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| It’s the real deal no counterfeit
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| Nigga’s check my style, my paint jobs gleaming
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| My rims is beaming
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| My hoes swallow my semen
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| Oops I was just peeing
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| Let me retort fuck going to court
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| Live in the fast lane cause life is to short
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| Hoes quote my rhymes
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| Fiends cop my dimes
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| My shit is so clean
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| I only ride when the sun shines
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| Read between the lines
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| Fucking with mine you lose your mind
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| And I ain’t lying, nigga’s is dying
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| Eighty-four Regal cruising on twenty-fours
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| Looking for these hoes
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| Stop at every liquor store
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| You ain’t peep my twenty-fo' spinners?
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| Diamond spoke
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| Po-pos looking at them at red lights and catch strokes
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| I get head while I’m mashing on 7 mile and Gratiot
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| Grip the steering wheel tight bitch I ain’t crashing it
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| Barry’s in the rearview what the fuck?
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| Again? |
| Push him out the window pealed out on his head
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| I ain’t scared, fuck what he talking
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| Talking about my Regal, illegal cause flossing
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| So it’s back to the land to get my dime bags
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| Not to mention my hatchet to deal with these fags
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| I’m back in my home turf, Southwest
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| Where the hoes got they man’s name tatted on they chest
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| What you hate me for?
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| Twenty-fours on a eighty-four
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| When I open the door, bitch
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| What you waiting for? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 24's On A '84 , by - Shaggy. Song from the album Psychopathics from Outer Space Part 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп