| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Uh huh, Check it out, check it out
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| One-two one-two one-two one-two one two
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| Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah
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| One-two one-two one-two one-two one two
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| Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah
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| One-two one-two one-two one-two one two
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| Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah
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| One-two one-two one-two one-two one two
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| I must admit on some occasions
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| I went out like a punk and a chump
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| Or a sucka or something to that effect
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| Respect I used to never get
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| Cause all I got was upset
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| When niggas used to be like
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| («What's up, fool?! Nigga, what’s up?!»)
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| And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip
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| For no reason at all I can recall niggas throwing Cs in my face
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| Down the hall I’m kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at three
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| Wondering, «Why is everybody always pickin' on me?
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| I tried to talk and tell them, chill, I did nothin' to deserve this
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| But when it didn’t work, I wasn’t scared, just real nervous and unprepared
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| To deal with scrappin' no doubt
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| My pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
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| But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own
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| Fuck around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown
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| I’m not tryin' to show, no macho is shown
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| But when it’s on, if it’s on, then it’s on
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| One, two… so listen here…
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| There comes a time in every man’s life
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| When he’s gotta handle shit up on his own
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| Can’t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
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| Please, they got problems of their own
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| Down for the count on seven chickenshits don’t get to heaven
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| Til they faced these fears in these fear zones
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| Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool
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| Just so some real shit won’t get full blown bein' where I’m from
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| They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck
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| Could lynch a helpless colored figure and
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| As a victim I invented low-key
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| Till the keyhole itself got lower than me
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| So I stood up and let my free form form free
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| Said I’m gonna get some before they knockin' out me
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| I don’t sweat it, I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
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| In other words, just debris
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| It’s 1995
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| And now that I’m older, stress weighs on my shoulders
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| Heavy as boulders, but I told y’all
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| Until the day that I die I still
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| Will be a soldier and that’s all I told ya
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| And that’s all I showed ya
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| And that’s all I sold ya
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| And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
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| Can it be (that I’m a celebrity
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| Who’s on the brink of insanity?)
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| Now don’t be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me
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| Cause when you in my position, it ain’t never easy
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| To do any type of maintainin'
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| Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'
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| Is hella strainin' (to the brain and)
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| But I can’t keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away
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| Can’t keep running away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runnin' , by - The Pharcyde. Song from the album Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп