| Sitting on the toilet, shitting, puffing the dough
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| Strobe light effect, everything’s moving slow
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| Slip into a deep zone, the sound of the phone bring me home
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| Stagger to my feet and motion toward the phone
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| A-yo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition
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| There’s money to bait and I’m in the mood to go fishing
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| Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass
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| My hand been itching all day, fiending for the cash
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| Do what you gotta do cos I’m on my way in the car
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| Cos when I get there yo we audi like tomorrow
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| (Right right easy)
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| Now I’m off to the south, to get more info on this dough I heard about
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| Gotta make sure everything’s secure
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| Can’t let me and my man let these Grants slip past our hands
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| The man’s out heavy today
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| I hope they don’t try to get in the way of our pay
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| Damn, already high noon, the man’s out
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| Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce
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| Grabbed the fatigues, strapped on the generals
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| Proper attire for all criminals
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| Blazed up the clip, load up the four-fifth
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| If a bwoy riff, leave a body dem stiff
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| Who dem man there gwan rap pon my door?
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| Disturb me at work, on the low dub four
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| A-yo it’s me
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| (Who that?)
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| S-T what up, G?
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| (Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety)
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| A-yo kid it smells like fresh grown cess
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| Let’s twist up some trees 'fore we jet
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| True, you know we keep a fat sack of sensi
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| Even though you know it make our pockets go empty
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| Well all that’s about to be solved in a few minutes
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| So whenever we finish we gon' bag up this spinach
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| Easier said than done, peep the 4−1-1
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| The dread around the corner just tried to blast Ruck and dun
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| I knew it, bad vibes flowing like fluid
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| Forget about the dough, let’s do it
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| I see you already strapped, pa
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| So I’ll meet you outside cos my gat’s back in the car
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| How far must one go
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| Before I throw his whole entire life right out the window
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| (talking)
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| Him a dead bwoy and him don’t even know
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| (Yo he looks like the dread that hooked us up on the low)
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| What you say, fly?
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| (Thinking out loud, just caught me in the zone)
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| (I'll tell you all about it on the way home)
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| Whatever, I’mma send this nigga to his essence
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| Fucking with the fam you know he gotta learn a lesson
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| And you know he ain’t even yardie, right?
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| Some bwoy gwan get dead tonight
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| As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from the cannabis
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| Niggas 'bout to get scandalous
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| (talking and gunshots)
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| Gotta be gone on the double
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| I think I seen 'em all tumble, but on the left there’s trouble
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| Undercover had this build staked out
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| Watching the whole thing go down, yo it’s time to break out
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| The four-fifth as I shift and drive
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| Cos every man here might not leave alive
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| Son why you stalling? |
| Hop on the ball and
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| Get us outta here before we be the next fallen
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| Right now, this whole shit is bugged, we the thugs
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| Yet the beast coming up showing niggas love
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| Took our burners, gave a dap, let us bounce
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| Now it’s back to the dog house to smoke the next ounce
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| (talking)
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| Who could believe them beast left us alone
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| And took the chrome that’s in one of our own back home
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| And not only that kid, check how money that we just did
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| Was that connect for the cash
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| Them pigs must have had dibs for the stash
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| Now ain’t that some shit for your ass
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| True say I never liked his pretty ass anyway
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| But that shit with the pigs cold made my day
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| Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast
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| Even watch for them ones so called the beast
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| But anyway, you know we high right now
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| Doing it like this, the original crook style |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hellucination , by - Smif-N-Wessun. Song from the album Hellucination b/w Home Sweet Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп