| Uh, I puts it down
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| Uh, 1, 2, 3
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Am I the purest of them all?
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| Am I the one to ease the pain?
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| Make them fall to they knees and pray
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| Mama said son you’ve got to go You turned my house into Stop-N-Go
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| Out the door, please dont call
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| Till you stop sellin snowball
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| SP-Mex remember me? |
| The one that deserved penitentiary
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| With the sack of geen but no gasoline
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| Peace to my boys up in Pasadene
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| Its all sweet and beautiful
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| Shine my nails and cuticles
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| My duely truck got 7 screens
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| Watchin «Me, Myself, and Irene»
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| High Everyday
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| Dopehouse G’s
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| Who never die
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| Just stay high
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| Fuck you, you can hate it or love it Twist the top off the 40, and chug it Chop rocks off of chicken mcnuggets
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| Cook 28 and get 'from it V-12, miracle whip
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| 46 ounces off one brick
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| Booka, Shooka, what I slang
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| In the sunshine or in the rain
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| Fuck the fake dont fake the funk
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| Buy my batch and bake it up Taste my dope and numb your mouth
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| Pure cocaine straight from the south
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| Dumpin lead in Houston, Texas
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| Got you bitches jumpin fences
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| Runnin for your very life
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| Slang Al Green and Barry White
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| Lookin leaned out up in my whip
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| Smokin that drip, drop, drip
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| Wishin up on a star, like Christina Aguilar
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| Flip through Hillwood, visit Mama
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| She raised me without a Father
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| Tried her best and nothing less
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| Still I’m sellin cane and?
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| Played the trumpet, played the flute
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| Please dont be afraid to shoot
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| SPM, mean Carlos Coy
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| Whatcha say mom? |
| «Thats my boy»
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| Now I’m rappin and producin
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| No more H-Town, call it Screwston
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| Just say no to hate
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| But me, just stay… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Everyday , by - SPM. Song from the album Best of the Best, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп