| Brrt, brrt
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| Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot
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| Ayo
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| Ayo, pump in the Amiris got me walkin' all bow-legged
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| Free Sly (Free Sly) 'til the feds free my oldhead
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| Your welfare whip pathetic speed had 'em like always (Always)
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| The crackhouse doorbell ring, God day
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| We only got twenties, bring nineteen, you dead (Ah, dead, nigga)
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| I don’t give a fuck if you got nineteen-fifty, nigga
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| Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit
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| I got the best shit, nigga
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| Ayo, you a dollar late and day short
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| Every day divide the dollars, servin' cutties, shit that they snort
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| It was Off-White, now back to rockin' the rugby with the racehorse
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| Half a gram for a Virgil, have a blast, sniff ya face off
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| Like Scott Storch, this shit that I produce be the muy bueno
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| Late nights like Leno, I was movin' elbows out the rental
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| I’m lit with rap, that ain’t coincidental
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| I seen a nigga take five acid tabs, that shit fried his mental
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| Son ain’t been the same since, seen him the other day
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| I let him hold somethin', I’m real, won’t look the other way
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| «The streets’ll take you but won’t bring you back,» that’s what my mother say
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| Run off with the pack, then your brother pay
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| Blast the Bushmaster at his beanie, my billy’s blazin' like turkey day
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| Do the one, decode the shit in the verses that I display
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| At the top, it’s really Rome and Gunn, the comp is miles away
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| My style is gunpowder in the crack vial, the Don is great
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| Do you dirty for dollars, the goonies gon' relate
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| Your bitch mouth on my lap like print on the BAPE
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| Fuck outta here, nigga
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| (No)
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| Tell the truth, now (Go, bro)
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| Tell the truth (Go, bro)
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| Big brother, still stop preachin' niggas
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| I do not know what’s, what, what, what—how you say that?
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| Big brother, you still stop preachin', you know
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| You brothers were stealin' it from the police, and they took
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| Still took you to jail
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| Well, everybody’s (Hmm)
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| I’m not better than the police
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| You said one
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| They’re human beings just like we is
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| Listen what I’m sayin' now (Uh)
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| They are human beings (Yeah)
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| We are God’s children
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| Ain’t no black and white in it, ain’t no racist or nothin' in it
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| 'Cause it does not say that in the Bible
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| (Justin, I’ll feed a nigga, 'kay?)
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| Alright?
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| If there was no words from God, but only two things, Jews or Gentiles
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| What they do?
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| Only two things God made on this Earth, baby
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| You didn’t understand what I’m sayin', I’ma say it again (Mm-hmm)
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| Jews and Gentiles (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
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| But that means just like this (Mm-hmm)
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| We are all God’s children (I used to smoke, I used to smoke but not preach)
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| I don’t care if you’re black, white, blue, purple, any other race
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| And what they said? |
| Mmm, mmm, come on
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| Thank the Lord, woo
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| Finish the sentence, you made a friend in me
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| We are all God’s children (Okay, yes)
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| We on the road to be on this Earth to help everybody (Oh)
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| I don’t care if the man got a flat
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| If I walk down the street, guess what?
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| I’ll leave you good for murder to actually stop to help this man
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| I’m not askin' for nothin'
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| God got every blessing I needed and look where I am
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| But I’m followin' His path now, that’s the only reason why I’m back
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| But you come over here and instigate and pressure us
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| Wait, hold on, hold on, hold, listen, listen
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| It does not say in the Bible you cannot have a good time
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| We let you, allowed you to, we allowed you to have a good time
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| Okay, and I’ma explain somethin' to you on that
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| Not come over here at fifteen to seven
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| Hey, now, hold, hold, hold, hold
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| Let me finish, let me finish
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| Please let me finish this, and I’ma leave it alone after that
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| Not come over here in the morning at fifteen to seven
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| I said I understand that, baby, God gave me a mind to think
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| I can think with this
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| You see what I’m sayin'?
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| This is God’s body, God made everything in here
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| He knows how many hairs I got, he knows how my brain
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| He knew my train of thought
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| I cannot hide nothin' from that man upstairs |
| (Preach, haha, preach on)
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| Nah, you want me to get all the way down deep? |
| (Preach it)
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| I can get all the way down deep on you (Get on down deep)
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| (Get down deep, get down deep, don’t kill yourself though)
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| I love you, baby, I love you as a friend, listen
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| Now I’ma call you (I don’t know you)
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| Well, now hold on, hold on, hold on, hold, I don’t care
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| Russy just said let you in
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| I still love you 'cause God says, «Love everybody on this Earth»
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| Russy said let you in, I don’t know you
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| Well, look here
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| I don’t like people
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| I been knowin' that man right there since '06
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| I don’t care
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| That man helped me out a lot in '06
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| When I needed a place to stay, I was workin' for this man and I could stay here
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| But you’re not gonna stay here tonight
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| I got a place to stay, Toya
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| God had put me in a place where he wanted me to be
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| Now I’ma leave that alone
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| Now, I’m okay, I’ma keep tellin' you I’m okay
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| Is there any more you want me to explain?
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| Now I’m gonna get back into my music
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| Griselda (Griselda, Griselda) by Fashion Rebels |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Steve Behr , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Flygod Is An Awesome God 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп