| Ain’t scared of death
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| 'Cause I did that already
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| I’ve been 'round the globe
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| And collecting my fetti
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| Choking on dope
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| Blowing on coke
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| Middle fingers all the way
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| Screamin' «fuck the po'»
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| 'Cause you been knowin' that Yogi
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| Can get it and flip it
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| And rip it and did it from city to city
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| I do it and stunt it
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| I’m strong when I’m buffing
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| And hold up the six
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| Yeah we put you in coffins
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| Bitch, I told that I want no love
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| All I really want: these drugs
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| Chug whiskey from the jug
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| Ho'
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| Come pick the plug
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| Talk shit and get hit with slugs
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| Can’t be fucking with us
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| Fucking with us
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| And you’ll just end up fucking
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| You’ll just get fed up
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| And you wonderin' why would he step on my block
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| And you bitch, made him flop
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| While I’m sippin' my wok
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| And I’m smoking my pot
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Fantasy Boys |