| And I’mma go to a place where the bass sound thicker
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| Slow the beat down cuz the pace a little quicker
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| So we stay up, while the sun goes down
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| We ain’t make enough, so let the elevator pound
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| From the 'jects to the penthouse
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| Synonymous to what my life been 'bout
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| Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence, is what I send out
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| Still in the cutlass doing spin outs
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| '87 boxed up all tinted out
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| Living life on the edge, couple links that excite the feds
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| Shout to mister jones
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| Its funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads
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| A lot of changing faces from these potato heads
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| Eyes dilated when I sashay lifted
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| Couple doobies in the ashtray, cash clay run my mouth like a Sunni champion
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| The long beard, hides the pain I be dancing in
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| The reign with the Pharoahs, mirror image to the gods
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| My homie glory brings head nods, the only story I been bout
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| This controlled mind with no facade
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| The dreamy intuition from a street politician is scarred
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| Back and forth with the pimps and gang land symbolers
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| Dope boys with the bang in they trunk
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| See the tremblers
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| Milq city where im from, where the opie emblems
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| Street names after indians, so wild cowboys watch where you coming in
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| Tomahawks with assault rifles
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| May bump into the next king pin or Haile Selassie
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| Civil with the spiritual
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| This city feels unlucky searching for a miracle
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| On this elevator ride skipping floors
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| Trying to reach the top, then the structure falls (falls) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pound, artist - Stalley. Album song Lincoln Way Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп