DJ Quik
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Why you keep givin me cards I can't keep?
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I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so cheap
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I couldn't get the winning hand that I wanted in my sleep
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Cause when the dream get good, I get trampled by sheep
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Nightmares, even when I'm walkin in day
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I'm havin dreams that I'm runnin but there's smoke in the way
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And there's this man in a suit, he take a toke and he say,
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"You have a promise that you made and you broke it today."
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Now which part of this movie here did I just miss?
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Did I really sell my soul to this big red bitch?
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I don't think what you got to offer is really enough
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For cars sex and houses, money and stuff
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I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of mind
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and a Benz, and a house, and a nine-deuce-nine
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on top, help me out before I sink the boat
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There's gotta be more than 50 ways to keep afloat
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Cause I feel like I'm suffocatin, I can't breathe
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I wanna go, but I'm too afraid to leave
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Take me with you Mausie, I know you're seein somethin grand
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as you fade away, and you gently release my hand
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And it shook my balance, cause you ain't no more alive
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You think I'd see you, if I chewed this 45?
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Oh I'd be the first person poppin three, droppin me
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to the abyss, but I miss, what's stoppin me?
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I got the pressures of the WORLD on my little back
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My nerves are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to crack
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You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by holdin back?
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No I really protect them all because the truth is wack
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Forever bars and forever scars
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Bein trapped and dyin young makes forever stars
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Tell me why am I so hesitant?
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And the way life's goin, looks like when hell comes, I'ma be a resident
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Chorus 2X: Wanya Morris
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La, la la-la - la, la la-la
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La, la la-la - la, la la-la
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DJ Quik
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They tell me Quik, suck it up, I'm supposed to
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But me and Mausberg was closer than most knew
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It ain't dramatized, and it ain't a fuckin act
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when you're traumatized, and it ain't no turnin back
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When you're so connected, and it's hard to keep your focus
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When you're so affected, and it's hard to love again
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When you're so neglected - suck it up, I'm 'posed to
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That ain't easy for somebody you're close to, shit
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See your homey in a coffin is so wicked and vivid
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It's gon' be harder on all of us, cause we gon' relive it
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Over and over, drunk or sober, from October to October
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I steadily feel like I'm gettin knocked over
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And all the money in the world, don't make it better
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And a whole bottle of alcohol, don't make it wetter
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With a blur and a slur I'm still callin ya name
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And on top of this drama you add fame? Wild
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But when you start to bubble then your friends they spite you
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And if you go to church, then hip-hop won't like you
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I feel like a giant on a worldwide stage
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but at the same time trapped in a real tight cage
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With no way out, I play out, then I come back
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Cause there's an unwritten law that says I can't be wack
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So I put on my game face, go back to the same place
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Only to realize that y'all ain't got the same taste
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Even with somethin new, they look at you cold
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And without a hot face, consider you old
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And leavin me stressed and broken-hearted
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How could I be finished with West coast rap? I helped start it!
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[Chorus]
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50 Ways
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