It's pretty simple, lady
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I mean, if you can't think for yourself
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You know, question things, and not taking everything face value
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You hustle hard, work for the things you need
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Keep an open mind, make the most out of your daily life
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Then you're a complete person, right? and Thurl
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We don't smoke dope with the seeds in it
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All my left.. with some beads in it
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My hand putting CDs into the deck
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My left hand is on the wheel of a car, with some Gs in it
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Big ass cigar with some trees in it
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Taste like a honey, call my.. no bees in it
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When I bring that money, all my... gonna feed with it
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But if life give me a lemon, I'm gonna plant a seed with it
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What's lemonade? I want the whole tree, I'm renegate
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But I'm OG in eleven grade, I remember days we..
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A stolen choir with no keys in it
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When they pull me over to the side they made me freeze with it
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But why is all polices always power tripping?
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Pursuing the humans, and do the same as me
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But to put us under pressure
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like that shit that had the shower tripping
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Working for Tino is the reason that we can't be free
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But these haters always talking...
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..like it's some politicians
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You know that we're all about the peace,
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but I'm deceiving, and I'm counterfeiting ...
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Now baby let's get loud a bit!
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Chorus:
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A thurl young brother,form the West is who I'll be
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One hundred til I R.I.P
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Keep it G up where they emphasize G
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If real recognize, real recognize me!
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We're some thurl young brothers, thurl young brothers
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If you don't recognize, we don't recognize we
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We're some thurl young brothers, thurl young brothers
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See, I examine you and bastards
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When people need this food for thought
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You cause the famine, I provide the...
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...lobster salad with Italian pasta
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Fuck what's on the menu,
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you gonna have whatever everyone else is having
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You got the signal you're selling
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but since you're selling all wrong
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Sing on to these Jews, we'll be...like I rhyme with bastards
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With my friend and partners
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So.. and slamming shots of whiskey, and planning vodkas
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Maybe a gram of odor! Bo!
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Speak softly, smoke loud
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Make dope, adio, rock the whole crowd!
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Big business wanna stop me
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Cause me got me on sound, but me city wanna watch me grow
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Got me so proud now!
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I think we got these hoes loud!
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900 divided by 90 hoes down
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And we stand on this land as we watch it go loud
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If you did not before, then you ought to know now
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Chorus:
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A thurl young brother,form the West is who I'll be
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One hundred til I R.I.P
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Keep it G up where they emphasize G
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If real recognize, real recognize me!
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We're some thurl young brothers, thurl young brothers
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If you don't recognize, we don't recognize we
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We're some thurl young brothers, thurl young brothers
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Me, I'm no activist
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When I was in the 11th grade, trying to see where all the action is
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I almost got jumped into a gang by some Latin kids
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And lost my damn brain, trying to find out what my passion is!
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For real, that's why I fell for my generation
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My partner put himself in the deep rest
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I mean my partner killed himself, he was deep rest
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Real bad with the North South and worst with the East West
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No direction in life, he's strive made him bleed stress
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This go down to... really miss you darling, deep rest!
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And now we party in your memory, let's have a party in your name!
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Thurl Young Brother
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