[Verse 1]
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[Verse 1]
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You can find us in the garden like Spike on any night
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Encrusted in some ice that look bluish in the light
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Spanish on the mistress, Jewish on the wife
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Shootin' like a piston, aim for proper distance
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Live from London, number crunchin'
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Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges
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Expensive lunches, wages off of hunches
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I bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yours
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Pack your bag, wash your pussy, then leave
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Meet me at the airport, the plane is leaving at 3
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She said alright, blew smoke through my nose
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It's the talented younger stallion, no Pinocchio nose
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[Verse 2]
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Please stop your shit's all hype dude
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Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful
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Just be real, that shit's not like you
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Man you know these things go through a cycle
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Straight from Queens rock fatigue all weather
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Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather
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Never sing the blues, man my team all better
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We blow cheddar, on ???
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City lights shine bright on my complexion
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Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection
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Life is green-lit, one star no script
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Supporting actors, fresh peaches no pit
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I love my people, considered as my brothers
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Came from different mothers, came up in the same struggle
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Some estranged, some deep up in the game still
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Money separate, believe you know the fame will
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[Verse 3]
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Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel's food
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Yeah we gettin' loot, Timberland the boot
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Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen
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People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction
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House shoes and some khakis on the west
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Hit the beach up, twist the Cheech up, let the beat thump
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Never fuckin' with the crab that's pre-lumped
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Makin' bitches sign a pre-nup
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Chocolate with the mean rump
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Serve some cream stuff, shit to make the fiends jump
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Crispy greenery, tropical the scenery
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Believe you me, this shit ain't always what it seem to be
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I'm feastin' dolo down in Italy
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I'm in the street like a hooker's feet
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I'm known to sit on leather
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I'm smokin' hash and marijuana cause it go together
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Old school PAL at the colder center
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Three AM we on the corner rockin' Polo sweater
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[Outro]
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Thank you
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It might be the illest track I ever wrote
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Who left it? You?
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Word yo
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I'm sippin' something, I gotta sip before I rap
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I gotta ooo ooo ooo
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Bing bing bing bing bing
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Exactly
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Bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing
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It's rap
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Randy The Musical
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Action Bronson & The Alchemist |