[First Verse (SPM):]
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The Dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer
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Drug runner, fuck the "I'ma gonna wanna"
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Fast learner, attack like piranhas
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My next big hit's called "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba"
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I smoke her cause I love her
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Bought a Danny Glover
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Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody Baby Mother
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From the gutter diggin' in your trash can
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Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last dance
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I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks
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The only thing I sell is submersible products
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My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust
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You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush
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I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child
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Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles
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Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
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Pronounce him dead by four P.M.
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Call me Los Kevorkian
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[Chorus (Ayana M.):]
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Some do it for the money and fame
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He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane
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Now his flow is a beautiful thing
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S-P-M, he's a bird, he's a plane
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[2x]
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[Second Verse (SPM):]
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In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices
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I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices
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The Coys is a family who didn't have much
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Except the love of a single Mother's touch
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The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed
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I was first on the block, and last to leave
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Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
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Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran...
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Lift my name against my pain is used
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To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like...
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Shit's the same
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Born loser, V-12 cruiser
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I opened up a store for the common drug user
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Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken
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Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven
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I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison
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They go to jail or Hell just because it's free admission
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MAN!
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[Chorus]
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[Third Verse (SPM):]
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Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot
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Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox
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Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven
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Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin
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Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
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But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead
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Cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
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Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick
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Backstreet legends, the World feel my presence
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I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas
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You can keep the Lexus cause I bought two Benzes
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On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence
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Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
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They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
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A very rare breed, almost extinct
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The way I walk, the way I think,
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The shit I wear, the shit I drink,
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The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic
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When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
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I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' Joto
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You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan poco
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[Chorus]
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He's A Bird, He's A Plane
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| South Park Mexican |
