[Tech N9ne]
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Just another piece that I wrote, ya know what I'm sayin'
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'cause this beat just wanted me to write it.
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Livin like I'm dying tomorrow, ain't no time for no sorrow,
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throw on my platinum mavoda, rob a gram on my collar.
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Spray Lucciano Suprana, holla at a mamma who's nanas lover hot like carne asada scholar with a bra like my tacara balla
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I got a few dollas, I'm do wella my fatha taught us to follow Qu'ran and not Osama Bin Lada.
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My momma was not a bud of Islam, but God is her wata, so why does the sickness got her like llama just shot her.
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Goose faba wusa, I gotta get out of this ra ra and fly to hana, lu-lu inside a grata, bulu in five lamatas,
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no yada yada, they ride on this ride and bob ya then swalla, sun goddess the color of Shaba.
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Then I popped a bottle of Mascota, run away on my Yamaha vamanos I promisa I'm never no one to be monita-d
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by the blue colla coppa, we call em Erik Astrata, cha cha, got a wad in my Levis and a nigga neva got ta borrow.
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[Krizz Kaliko - Chorus]
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I'm livin' like I'm dyin' tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin' today.
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I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin' bout goin today.
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I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in.
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They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until then.
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[Kutt Calhoun]
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Man I party harder than Nitty and Gucci, Louie with Henny, like I'm dying when I'm on one taking none of them with me,
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as sure as my name is Bloody Kutty Cal, you can picture me partyin like its going outta style.
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I, I feel like I'm the best who done did it, most under rated and hated,
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but if I die than so be it, then in my head I'm the greatest. It ain't a bitch I ain't christened,
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see the estate I've inventioned and if I die my eulogy would be held at the Kemper man.
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I've done smoke, I done drank and popped my pills to extremities, still do. Every now and then I pop more than Yosemite,
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keep my foes and my enemies and the ones who pretend to be, close to me, cause honestly there the ones who will hinder me.
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So hence forth remember me, this voice is fittin to be his choice of energy, by him I mean all men.
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Party like its 1999, smoke my wood tip wine, givin all my thanks to god then saying Amen.
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[Krizz Kaliko - Chorus]
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I'm livin' like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin' today,
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I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin' bout goin' today.
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I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin' in,
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They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until then.
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[Ubiquitos of Ces Cru]
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Till summers end and the winter comes,
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Till grey days turn to yellow ones.
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I stay grindin' for mine I tried to tell them once -
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to travel to the moon you got to face the elements,
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and battle any goon you gotta cage the elephants.
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It's elementary I speak with a certain elequence,
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I smoke hella blunts a habit I've been develop since;
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I was a young boy, playin' the silver ball.
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See 'em stand, feel 'em fall,
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Metallica, kill 'em all.
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Huh, livin' like this is my last moment;
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but a moment could last forever, snap a picture and na-cole it.
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Huh do what ever ya gone, sip on your glass,
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hold it up, hit the side on mine get to tippin it back, go in.
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Huh, so many days we were sittin low,
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better get busy livin' till the day you givin in and you get to go where sinners go.
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Pull in the cash, and then spend it slow,
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better make it fast but them should know
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matter no money yo, it's all expendable.
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[Krizz Kaliko - Chorus]
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I'm livin' like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin' today,
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I think I'm gonna drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin' bout goin today.
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I'm seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin' in,
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They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party until then.
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[Godemis of Ces Cru]
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Hold your breath count to three Ima kill it,
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killa commitee, city chairmen, strapped with a gramma glock and the trigger, bitch, a hair pin.
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Three round burst, I aim it at your brain, spit it when cock it I kiss so they call it, Sara Jane.
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| Livin' like I'm going down tomorrow, sit down |
