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Crackheads stalking
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Loud mouths is talking [x4]
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Fuck the bullshit I'm about to get paid
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I got mouths to feed and trials to beat
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Now turn up your radio and bump The Av.
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There ain't been none better since Gucci rap shit
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I break it down to the real nitty gritty
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Show no shame, feel no pity
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Pause for the cause we about get busy
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Mickey Avalon kick up the the inner city
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Line after line ain't another that can catch me
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Without even trying my shit sound catchy
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Me and Dirt Nasty bumping down the block
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Now all you junkies just rock-rock
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[Chorus]
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Shoot To Kill out the Coupe Deville
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Crush the dust in the crumpled up 2 dollar bill
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If you looking for a little chitchatter on the phone dial 9767070
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It's the get fresh line and it ain't no joke
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I revv the gas til the mother fuckin ashpalt smoke
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They call me Avalon and I'm the best in show
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I fill my scripts on weekly trips to Mexico
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And if there's a problem when I want to go home
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I've got a solid gold roll for the border patrol
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Don't you love to love my baby though
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Shes six foot six with testicles
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Feet on the street eyes to the skies
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It
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Just a kid with a long list of crimes getting high
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To forget yesterday for the rest of my life
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Avalon take the easy way out every time
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At the top of the world with a low sense of pride
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Now go tell my mom I'm a die soaking wet
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With a Beatles record spinning & a needle in my neck
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Drapes pulled shut, television fuzz
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And cigarette butts in the styrofoam cup
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No fam or friends drop by
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So [?] just a plain pine box to drop my body in
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To drop my body in...
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[Chorus]
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Low Lifes
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| Mickey Avalon |
