Retardoulus with the bars I just spit
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That leave you tongue tied
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Getting tied tongue from my Asian chick
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And a plane mile high
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How high?
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That mean I even come fly
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Hey, rough rhymes over hard beats
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Only reason that my heart beats
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Wanna define Crooked I then hard speech
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Born in the dark streets with fully loaded guns at my arm's reach
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Yeah, blamers under the car seats
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Ride through Long Beach, the part I call the far end
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I'm finding the strange urge to be the best
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Even though we rhyming the same words
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Shining the same knives, designing the same knot
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My timing you ain't heard, you signing the same nerds
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Rappers wearing pink stretch pants, silk head bands
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Dirty red vans, on stage yelling 'let's dance!'
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Weirdoes in queer clothes get the best chance
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Who created the motherfuckers? I guess fans
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Man, I don't support you rookies
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Tryina sell deep, got that from a fortune cookie
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I would slap them but they like leader tattle
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Real niggas against fate like we in battle
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This is how a boss do it, last verse I recorded
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Was on Crocker Bane's mic in Seattle
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Flew to Cali did a deal for 300K, then I flew to'blew Sweden away
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This will be the first day that I'm back in the States
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Already in the booth going bad shit and apes
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I'm asking a bitch if her carpet matching her drapes
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This curtain for your pussy's hair, drive a car in your face
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Hey, swift tech gonna shave four, five
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Both sides of my family united, now we reminded that we're tight
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You had to really rhyme just to get on
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Can't come off the dead on you get shit on
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First show that I ever heard MO
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Crooked I, first show that you ever heard, MO
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Wake up, yeah wake up
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My family, wake up show
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Wake Up Show
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