| Crawlin' out the forest with these stains on my shirt
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| I been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work
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| Even thinkin' bout the city makes my brain fuckin' hurt
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| I don’t rep no fuckin' city cause I came from the dirt (X2)
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| (Verse 1: Snak)
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| Yo we wear gum boots when we run through
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| Weed smoke coming out the sun roof
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| Used to fuck a bitch with one tooth
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| When you see me coming what you gon' do?
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| Don’t get mixed up with this sick fuck
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| Get my dick sucked by a thick slut
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| That I picked up at a pit stop
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| While I was riding round in a big truck
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| In them backwoods just a redneck
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| Lookin' like I ain’t had my meds yet
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| At the weed spot cause I need pot
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| Better see doc to get my head checked
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| Just trying to give you a glimpse of the place that I live
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| Cause I rep it to death
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| Imagine me talking and all that you smell
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| Is the odor of whiskey that’s left on my breath
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| Roll with a squad, and we thicker than blood
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| Out in the pit where they kicking up mud
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| Guess you could say that we picky as fuck
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| Twistin' up only the stickiest buds
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| Dirt and crud
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| Under my nails
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| Covered in blood under thunder and hail
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| Expression is blank like i’m under a spell
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| To me this is heaven, you somewhere in hell
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| Got a cousin named Cletus, lookin like Beavis
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| Under the bridge like Anthony Kiedis
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| His jacket is flannel, his pants are Adidas
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| Lives in a shed, got a jar with a fetus
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| Out on the Fraser, we fishin' for sturgeon
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| Cuttin' up meat like the kid was a surgeon
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| Drunk in the street while i’m sippin' some bourbon
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| Poppin the beat like this bitch was a virgin!
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| (Hook: Snak)
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| Crawlin' out the forest with these stains on my shirt
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| I been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work
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| Even thinkin' bout the city makes my brain fuckin' hurt
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| I don’t rep no fuckin' city cause I came from the dirt (X2)
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| (Verse 2: Snak)
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| My backyard filled with bears and eagles
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| In the face i’m staring evil
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| Junkies out here sharing needles
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| The life we livin' is barely legal
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| All these fiends tryna hit the rock
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| Ain’t got no money when they hit the block
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| So they hop the barbed wire, pick the lock
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| Just to jack your shit man, I shit you not
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| Make you piss your pants and leave your bed wet
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| Can’t believe that I ain’t dead yet
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| On my thug shit when the drugs kick
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| Still subject to get my head checked
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| Got a forty-four mag over here
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| Hand me that shit and I’ll bag a deer
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| Witness me ending a fags career
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| Then hop on my bike with a keg of beer
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| Off-road, shit bitch all terrain
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| Got a perfect ten, you got a ball and chain
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| Y’all spittin' that trash that’s all the same
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| I gotta work with that shit, I call it lame
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| Down by the river, gotta just giver
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| On top of my game but i’m not off the liquor
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| A joint to the head and a bot to the liver
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| They tryin' but nobody stoppin' The Ripper
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| Out in the boonies, you know that we run that
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| Keepin' an Uzi up on the gun rack
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| I never lose so no need for a comeback
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| Covered in booze and i’m hung like a thumb tack
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| Built a foundation in solid stone
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| Forty deep or all alone
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| This dirt right here is all I’ve known
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| I love this dirt, I call it home
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| (Hook: Snak)
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| Crawlin' out the forest with these stains on my shirt
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| I been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work
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| Even thinkin' bout the city makes my brain fuckin' hurt
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| I don’t rep no fuckin' city cause I came from the dirt (X2) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From the Dirt, artist - Snak the Ripper. Album song From the Dirt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп