| «we tryin' to represent real hip hop worldwide
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| We been on this tour damn near two months you know what I’m sayin?»
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| Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| Ain’t no way to count all the flights I’m takin'
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| Chillin' in Australia with them white Jamaicans
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| In Tokyo I wasn’t relaxin' when I smoked
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| They throw the book at you if they catch you with a roach
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| International ladies be givin' up the numbers
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| Homie get around like Christopher Columbus
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| And they know I’ll be back like Arnold
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| Act carnal soon as I slam the car door…
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| That’s hard fo' a lot of brothers but not me
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| You could watch the Travel Channel probably spot me
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| And I’m very thankful I ain’t gotta be cocky
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| But I’m flyer than a motherf**ker somebody stop me
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| Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| (we used to read about this never thought it’d be real
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| Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)
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| Me I be relaxin' though skiing in Jackson Hole
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| Eating baked Alaskan steaming a bag o' droll
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| Schemin' on stacks of dough either it’s fast or slow
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| Steadily as we go better react
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| Now you could walk like a zombie or monster mash
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| While your braindead mommy give me all the cash
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| Get that fake broad freakin' like Nate Dogg singin'
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| Without the grapes or the eight ball drinkin'
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| Playboy Bunnies with O' snappin' pictures
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| Cuz I got the gift of gab like Blackalicious
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| And your African princess acting different
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| If you ever disrespect you’ll have to get shit checked
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| Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| Tour stories, true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| (we used to read about this never thought it’d be real
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| Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)
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| It’s pandemonimum when Souls touch down
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| Bus like the grey goose that shit is home for now
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| Buzzed off the Grey Goose then the Patron come out
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| Woods roll way loose and they flowin' around
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| And Woods whole day booze when I’m patrollin' the crowd
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| Cuz they can hold they booze and fo' sho goin' put out
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| I used to stand in they shoes and hope to get out
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| Fools had to pay dues finally broke us some ground
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| Now my toes’ll touch ground, where the seasons is opposite
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| I done folded some pounds I done folded some bassam yen
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| From rockin' it yeah rockin' it
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| And I’m back to rock again that’s the best part about the sh*t
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| Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| (we used to read about this never thought it’d be real
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| Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)
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| Sweet for her cuz she made porn
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| Orange Crush broke down and they sore Wow, stay torn
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| Went from transport trans to Astro vans
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| Never had no plans to Sambo man my fam won’t flam
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| Freaknik’n passed out in Amsterdam
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| Sugar water got a mule kick em' back on land
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| Uncle Ron played the guitar for forty years
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| Said he never been around the world like us his eyes teared
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| When we took the learjet before we got our ears wet
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| All across the hemisphere and we ain’t even there yet
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| Clear net to the Tascam twenty minute set four mics intersect
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| Tours heighten intellect
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| Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| Tour stories, (fellas on the grind) true stories (fellas on the grind)
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| (we used to read about this never thought it’d be real
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| Now we all in planes trains and automobiles)
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| Tour stories, true stories
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| Tour stories, true stories
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| Tour stories, true stories
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| Tour stories, true stories
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| Tour stories, true stories
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| Tour stories, true stories |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tour Stories (Street) , by - Souls Of Mischief. Song from the album Tour Stories, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп