| It’s Jesse James robbin' the stage coach
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| Floating in strange boats
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| In daylight, walking with the thump in the raincoat (za-za-za-za-za)
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| Seen dead rappers fold in the trunk
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| Tighten up, I shoot the ashes off the end of ya blunt (tighten up)
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| Keep a blunt, chain-smoking girl scouts, the deluxe pack
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| Sticking pussies up like a thumbtack
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| Cum-sack, leave hoes hunchback
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| Nine melanin’s like Tony Brat
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| Entering new tax brackets with stacks
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| Rat fiends keep running back
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| Hung ya neck, make ya wife a widow
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| Pressing buttons fast on a Nintendo
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| Stretch you out like a limo (za-za-za-za-za)
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| Close range threats, place bets
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| Kill you with no regrets, then get with your ex
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| I’m a bad-ass man, I’m an outlaw
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| I box unorthodox and south paw
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| I’ll smack the gossip out your mouth fraud
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| These cat don’t appreciate no rats, dawgs
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| Chains’ll bash dog
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| Rapper shots will knock ya backboard |