(feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Esham, Violent J)
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[Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
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My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin'
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So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
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Sometimes I feel like a nut
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Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
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Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt
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Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks
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I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
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How would you act if you had to live through it?
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Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
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Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
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Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much?
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Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro
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Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
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Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
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Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
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Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
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Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up)
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Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough
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Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
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Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
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Me and J steady smokin' pounds
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So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)
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Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts
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So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff
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[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back
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Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?
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B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
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And we got Esham and Violent J
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Juggalos outside in the parking lot
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Because y'all know how we get sparked a lot
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Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist
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And when we all get together we see diamond mist
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[Verse 3: Violent J]
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I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
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I like it cause it fuck with my head
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I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it
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I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated
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Now who the fuck don't like my flow?
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You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow
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Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head
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And without it you fucks would be dead
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I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time
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We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
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If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
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In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees
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NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez
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I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez
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I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that
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I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that
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I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere
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My homies call me Smokey The Bear
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Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here
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Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair
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I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy
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Zug Island, Del Ray I aint's ta toy
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My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots
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Until you out like quamay's pokadots
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I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke
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They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke
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I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa
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Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas
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Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs
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We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
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I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes
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So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine
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[Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night
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Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
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Sticky icky situations, dehydrated
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Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded
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[Verse 4: Esham]
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I'm in the water with the sharks bleedin'
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That's why I be a killa for no reason, speedin'
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My flows dope like OZ's and
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Crush pounds and trees and, I'm all season
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Veteran, no one does it better than they (We)
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E and J, (Hey) ABK
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And that's my man and them (What's up?)
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And I always blow ganj with them
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Detroit playas too advanced for them
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We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them
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So if you ever get a chance to glance at them
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Baby boy say holla back, answer him
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H-U-S-T-L-E-R
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Yes, that's what the hell we are
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See, me and Blaze, wicked ways
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Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's
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I can walk on water, spit fire and ice
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Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice
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Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice
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Still F-U-C-K the po-lice
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Think twice like the 3 blind mice
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But don't give me no advice
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I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist
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And still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess
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Sticky Icky Situations
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