| My girl’s leg is an M-16
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| And when we make love her face is mean
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| She likes to scream when I touch her there
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| She likes it rough so I pull her hair
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| My so called 'Life' - sex, drugs, rock & roll
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| I walk the bridge, I paid the toll
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| And let’s not forget a diamond is just a coal
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| But the process will break the mold
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| They say the ghetto was era (C'mon!)
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| To see the shit I’ve seen you gotta go to Planet Terror
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| Even my car’s Death Proof
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| And when I’m at the red-light I dust 'em off like POOF!
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| We moving on up like The Jefferson’s
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| Cuz I can change an airplane into a starship
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| I know you dig my style like my ancestors with the magic carpet
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| Oh I’m so up on it, I killed Caido and then the Brown Hornet
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| (Hook) 2x
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| This is the Grindhouse where we grind out
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| This dude’s talking shit lemme find out
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| I’m like leatherface when I wild out
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| I’ll put 'em in a hole he won’t climb out
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| You just a sucka emcee with a colorful name
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| When it rains it pours, you can’t contain
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| Them Hot Boyz is out, watch the flame
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| Word on the street is they ain’t feeling you man
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| You better get that ship ready to set sail
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| And lead them kids Waiting to Exhale
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| I do all the work so I’mma get my cut
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| And keep a chicken, a bikini like Jabba the Hutt
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| Yeah, so why bother
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| I’ll cut ya hand off like Luke I am ya father
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| But this ain’t Cloud City
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| Its roaches and rats, project, gritty
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| Yeah, where cats act shady
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| And we’re the illest kids who grew up in the 80's
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| And you ain’t seen drugs unless you seen a crack-baby
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| Yelling in an incubator, gon' crazy
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| Shots bang out; |
| this ain’t the 4th of July
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| And if you nosy you might catch one in the eye
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| Yeah, you might die
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| Don’t mess with the spider cuz you think you fly
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| I know you wanna hate cuz you need the exposure
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| You got three albums and nobody knows ya
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| I strive to live life
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| But I ain’t getting fucked like the heart beats five
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| We in the Major League and if you swinging at me
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| I’m on another page like Sancho
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| Niggas wanna blaze so I copped the dro'
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| That’s four blunts a day I got the doe
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| Oh, you ain’t know?
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| (Hook) 2x |