Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job
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Maybe that's why I do it so odd
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Walk around just like I was god
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Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods
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Freeway strikin', and weed we lightin
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and If I die, remember the titan
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with 22's, 25's, Chocolate 9's and 45's
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Let em rip, all through the sky
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This for the ones that hate that I'm high
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When you see me, it's no surprise
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Tap your brain, and blow your mind
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Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makers
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And mami we do it for paper
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You come with the vapors or capers
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or caper and vapors
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Its cool, someone I'll call later
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Chorus:
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Me and my homies, love the bottle
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Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
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So on them days you feelin' real bad
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Think of the best freak that you've ever had
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Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow
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Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
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So before you go to gettin' mad
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Think of the best freak that you've ever had
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She like the Nikes, I like the 'didas
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She like the Reeboks, and I like the Filas
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She like the winners, and I like the cheaters
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She like the lion, I like the hyenas
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Spit some game, then hook up with Shaq
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On the Playstation, I'm known to brag
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Hook up with pimps that love the cash
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Man you should see how we giggle and laugh
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With of hearts of ice, the house is cold
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Its like Slick Rick, without the gold
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This right here is the life we chose
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No excuses just go for gold
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There's no producing, this perfect pose
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Hit the street in the freshest clothes
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Rip the stage, and bless the shows
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Spit the flows, and hit the do'
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Chorus #2:
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Most of my homies, love the bottle
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Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
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So on them days you feelin' real bad
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Think of the best freak that you've ever had
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Garlic dipped, and they love to hollow
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Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
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So before you go to gettin' mad
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Think of the best freak that you've ever had
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Don't tell me twice, I'm out the door
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Talk is not what I came here for
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Into the night, like the star by the moon
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The engine will rev, and the bass will go boom
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Just like the pirate that sailed the seas
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13 thieves I do believe
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Yes of course they run with me
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Flash our rings, on that there freak
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Hot to handle, and hard to get
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Easy to rip, and hard to fix
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So rap your presence, I'll spit the gift
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Man you my homie, we'll split the spliff
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Ride like a maniac
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All in the Cadillac
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Tiga, whateva
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I'm draped in leather
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With angel wings, that rip the wind
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And a safety grin of a p-210
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Chorus #3:
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Cuz all my homies love the bottle
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Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
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So before you go to gettin' mad
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Think of the best freak that you've ever had
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Guns they lust, and they love to hollow
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So before you go to gettin' mad
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Think of the best freak that you've ever had
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...Like Tyson loves Cus
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[Talking]
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This life of ours, this is a wonderful life
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If you can get through life and get away with it, hey that's great
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But it's very, unpredictable
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There are so many ways you can screw it up
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Dice Of Life (The Bottle)
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| Andre Nickatina |
