Tales of two andres...
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With the money and the drugs I can't resist
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Like a frog princess that needs a woman's kiss
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The way I get down is a tragedy
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They say, a˘ć©«Yeah nigger, Your Majestya˘ć?
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Mind goin' blind in the whim
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Cover my eyes with the front of my brim
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My still is the lady, yeah sun duck kim
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I'ma say it right here
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Why you fuckin' with him?
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Why you fuckin' with him?
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I'm a jewel-lord jim
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Like somethin' that's priceless worn by Isis
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Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm
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Gettin' snuck in the back of girl's college dorms
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Homie now what?
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Roll this blunt.
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Nigga watcha drinkin' out your new pimp cup?
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Alcohol yeah, with a little cranberry
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Hit it long enough it start to taste like cherry
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I'm in the door
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Blow on the horn
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These freaks be thinkin' that I'ma Capricorn
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Man in a whim
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I tip my brim
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Still laxing kim, why ch'ou fuckin' with him?
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Why you fuckin with him?
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Pass the joint
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Fillmoe Lakeview Hunter's point
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24/7 there's junk to sell
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An' no fairy tale
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An' I wish you well
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Because when I make bail
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It's like the flames of hell
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Or bullet shells that tip the scale
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Or be washed around
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Cause it's electric
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You can detect it
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You mother fecked it
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It's gettin' kind of hectic
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He's gettin' kind of restless
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Mother fuckers out there say dat he's the bestest
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I rides around in my car,
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thinkin' about money and mA¨Ďnage a trios
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No I'm not a star
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Blaze this fly
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Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar
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Hahh
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Nah freak you can't braid my hair
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So you can have me outta line like Huggy Bear?
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I got clothes to wear
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That don't compare
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I get a flat, get a new car
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Fuck a Spare
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In my fresh new keen, nicky underwear
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Ya pipe for a vine?
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Little sher khan says a˘ć©«why smoke vine, it doesn't hurt your moms
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And it keeps me calm
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And that's how I'm Goda˘ć?
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You gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web
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Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed
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Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm
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Like Kymo don,
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My game is on
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There're 32 papers in a zig-zag pack
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It take two hos to make one track
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They say Huey Newton took two in the back
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What's up with that?
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My dialog is in the rap catalog
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And tell the grim reaper you'll catch the God
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So fresh. (So fresh) So clean, (So clean)
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You'll see Nicky T on flight six-14
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Like Billy Sims I tip my brim
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And Sunny Kim, why you fuckin' with him?
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Across state, 'cross county lines
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In your alpine is the master mind
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Picture my Van Gough, Your flow design
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You wanna hear a cat rhyme that I hope is mine
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Come here, yeah baby is my open line
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You gotta pretty face
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Dis' Pisces Hyphee
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Gin and coke Wu-tang in the Nikes
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I could never cheat the game in my life, see?
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O-khan I react like a Pikie
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My ki'
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Then Sunny called, Did you hear the phone
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Because a real rap lord's been left a long
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It's like rap-capone
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With dallas chrome
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Or Love Jones all in your bones
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Treat a girl like a freak, then send her home
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Like a ice-cream cone
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My heart is cold
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I'm kind of bold
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Sunny Kim
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Andre Nickatina |