| You wanna know what was happening
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| While you were living it up in Mali or Cali or Yahweh whatever it is
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| There was 15 murders the first week and 21 last week in this Goddamn city
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| You know decent people are gonna have to work here and live somewhere else
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| For Christ you are such a bleeding heart Liberal
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| If I was at the field they’d be back in the war zone
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| Hawaii
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| No what this city needs is more police than people
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| Yeah! |
| Yo yeah
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| Witness me making eclipse
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| Bake pies at red night escaping ma myth
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| Swore 4 plus 5 oracle bore gift
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| Plus explore your life show you how the lords spit
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| Since 79 held the spine order more clips
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| Worked with los Orvich try to build him a bridge
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| That shit collapsed with ma back fucking the ribs
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| Get blasted for looking all grand in front of ma crib
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| Sit back close your legs drown in the box
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| Pound up with 2 Glocks, dumb out with the Ox
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| The fluids out shoot it out till sundown with the cops
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| No running we the world is mine on a yacht
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| Soon they probly find me like a body in a lot with blue suites behind me
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| With the shotty pulled cop
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| New suites in lobby and we value all flocks
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| Never recent quotes preaching for that Jack Iglesias
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| Told Torres like Papi Mase and catching cases but they cold
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| Employees know the faces who to stretch and who to fold
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| Get old eat off rap manifest all gold
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| Plots for more gold and Grey robbers playing dominoes
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| Got Raul put you in piece caplo waiting at ma home
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| So sick no pharmacist would enter the room
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| New York trip PA flab foot
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| I’m off it playing in salon resting ma wound
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| Ma talk spit body outlined floating in June
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| Where am coming from
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| I don’t really mean you no wrong
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| I gotta keep moving on
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| I gotta Let you know where I’m coming from
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| I don’t really mean you no wrong
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| I said Um!
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| I said lagavulin nigga who you fooling
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| I’m never Jet lagged these dudes is Lorna Doones
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| The fly i’m in Dubai hitting sand dunes
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| Or in Japan on the bullet train Cancun
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| We used to use Cancun to balance off the sofa
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| Now we don’t touch the steering wheel Rover with the chauffeur
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| I’m in Muskegon Jet-skiing for the weekend
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| On the lake shore, told ma niggas make sure this time everything remain genuine
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| See ma end your windows continuing
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| Move like a bed wind
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| Breakfast in bed pop Spades no bentwisch a bad bitch wiska bisque
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| Yeah! |
| Despite the madness i’m perfectly insane. |
| Psycho-telepathic
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| Telepathy, rooms full of sneakers closets full of Jings
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| Bring Jackets on the bed fuck it I ain’t sleeping anyway
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| Jewels by the penny way I’m more than ready
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| Where am coming from
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| I don’t really mean you no wrong
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| I gotta keep moving on
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| I thought I had to know, where am coming from
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| I don’t really mean you no wrong
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| I gotta keep moving on
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| Coming
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| Hey please excuse our little brother
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| Please forgive him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coming From , by - Bronze Nazareth. Song from the album The Living Daylights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп