Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey
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I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal
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And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar
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The next time that I see ya bro
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Bet yo ass still won't be tight
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The size of my dick nigga, every pussy tight
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I write all night til the sun comes up
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Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts
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Cobra clutch the game, put that bitch into submission
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Yo bitch want the stick shift, no transmission
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Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition
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On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin
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Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in
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Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin
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Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin'
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Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken
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Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring
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Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons
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Nigga my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese
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Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete
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The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy
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Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly
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Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle
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Detroit nigga, but I'm smokin' on LA
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[Hook]
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And is anybody nervous?
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I'm red to go [2x]
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I said is anybody worried?
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I'm red to go [2x]
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Is anybody scared?
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I'm red to go [2x]
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Well I used to be afraid
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I'm red to go [2x]
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Tired of where I came from but know where I'm goin'
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Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion
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Aroma on that 'etra scary and McNairy
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Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries
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Blowjobs from model twins
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Doin' drugs with acronyms
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So many lines thought this shit was bush garden
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Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka
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Hotel room like a hair metal concert
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This blonde made the dick do the spring on [?]
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You disrespect I hit you with the slap of Tatanka
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Remember nigga used to eat shit that didn't match
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Like cornbeef hash and some f*ckin' Apple Jacks
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Used to bag up the packs at [?] every night
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Bologna all night, with no peanut butter, couldn't waste it on the mic
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So I waste every night, everything came with rice
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And I knew I wouldn't write
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So I got my ass up, f*ck dependin' on luck
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Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks
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Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low
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Now my self esteem is astral
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Lookin' at this cash flow
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Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho
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I'm bout to pimp the rap game
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Bitch I'm red to go [2x]
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[Hook]
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