*featuring Grimm, Marilyn Rylander
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[First Verse (SPM):]
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Another deadly ceremony,
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In a sacred territory,
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It was all done for the glory,
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You bitches ain't got nothin' for me
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O-G, from the H-I, double L, W, double O, D
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Live the life of the lowly,
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Movin' white ponies, still puttin' in work for the dead homies,
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Show me the way out, stayin' ready for anything under the sun,
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Under the moon, under the stars, God I'm lookin' for somewhere to run
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Dumpin' my gun, as soon as I'm done,
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Leavin' 'em numb, with one in his lung,
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Livin' fast and dyin' young, always business never for fun
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[Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):]
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Tell me what it is
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Tell me what you want
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For your 3rd Wishhhhhhhh
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This is your last wishhhhhhh
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Tell me what it is
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Tell me what you need
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For your 3rd Wishhhhhhh
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This is your last wishhhhhhh
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[Second Verse (SPM):]
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Bussin' our teflon, at the red dawn,
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I ain't fuckin' with nothin', get stepped on
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The purest, I'm the surest, playin' a tourist walkin' through Saigon,
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Been a hustler servin' up big bricks,
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And livin' my life to hit licks,
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Trip on a G like me and see the beads of banana clips Trick
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Stamina cannot be duplicated,
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Bite on the dust, you get faded,
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So many wannabe criminals up in the game of drug-related
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Open up, open up your dopehouses
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Turning you men into mouses
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Saggin' my burgendy trousers,
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Letting you know how the South is
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge One (Grimm & SPM):]
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[phone rings]
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[SPM:] "Dopehouse Records"
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[Grimm:] "Say man Los, man it ain't go right man, I'ma tell you man, Lil' Drugs
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dead man."
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[SPM:] "What?"
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[Grimm:] "Yeah, he's dead man"
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[SPM:] "Fuck"
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[Grimm:] "And I got big Jon with me man, he got hit bad on the side, it don't
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look good bro, it don't look good, he bleedin' bad. We can't go to the
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hospital man, we ain't goin' to the hospital."
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[SPM:] "Yeah"
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[Grimm:] "We headed straight to the Dopehouse. Call Doc, tell him we need him."
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[SPM:] "Alright my nigga, are you sure about Lil' Drugs?"
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[Grimm:] "I'm sure man, he's gone baby, he's gone. We gotta get these
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muthafuckas."
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[SPM:] "Alright, hurry up."
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[ends phone conversation, SPM starts talking to himself]
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[SPM:] "Okay, this is it, I've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but
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what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I
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just wish for all this shit to stop. Just please make it stop."
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[Third Verse (SPM):]
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I'm back once again for revenge,
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In an all-black bulletproof Benz,
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How will I get 'em? It just depends,
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Hook his ass up with all his dead friends,
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Here ye, here ye, sincerely,
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Why so many haters fear me?
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Dearly departed, y'all started some shit, and struck but couldn't come near me
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We're the odyssey, young prodigy, runnin' the top notch properties,
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Where snitches get shot in they arteries, but gettin' nobody's apologies
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Follow me how do we master the first jack?
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Since the day I was born I was cursed Black,
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H-Town's where I'm doin' my dirt at,
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Robbin' you hoes on horseback
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[Chorus]
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3rd Wish
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| South Park Mexican (SPM) |
