[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
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[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
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[Girl] I dont know. It looks like another letter
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from one of your buddies in the penitentiary.
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[Carlos] Oh yeah this my boy. Lets see whats poppin
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on the other side of that fence.
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[Verse 1]
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Say homey
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Pass that scooby dooby please dont be a hog
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Lets roll all the windows up and get lost in the fog
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Poppin ??? feels swell burn my finger nails
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Its Christmas time so I'm banging screwed up Jingle Bells
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Happy trails cooking quails strangers in the night
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Voodoo spells look who sells slanging on my bike
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My master bedroom comes alive I see 'em in the walls
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My house was built with more yellow bricks than the fucking Wizard of Oz
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People say that its the easiest money a man can make
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But you try facing death everyday or the freedom that the cops can take
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[Chorus]
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Beautiful kids making honor roll
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Ten years later they on parole
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Habitual criminal
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Back in the pen cuz thats all they know
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As he reads whats in the note
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His freedom only comes in an envelope
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An envelope, an envelope
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His freedom only comes in a envelope
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[Verse 2]
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To my niggas flipping bricks watch out for the law
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I slang everything but all I do is weed and alcohol
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I keep a gat in every place that you could ever think
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I dream of people kicking down my door thats why I never blink
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I'm from Hillwood and you can ask anyone who knows me well
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I sleep with one eye open and I'm paranoid as hell
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I seen good friends come and go victims of the game
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Some dead some didnt have the time to flush it down the drain
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My life is so remarkable its a miracle that I'm here
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I just spent 15 thousand bucks on a brand new chandaleir
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[Chorus]
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Beautiful kids making honor roll
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Ten years later they on parole
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Habitual criminal
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Back in the pen cuz thats all they know
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As he reads whats in the note
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His freedom only comes in an envelope
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An envelope, an envelope
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His freedom only comes in a envelope
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[Verse 3]
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Bang bang bang, boom boom boom,
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23 hoes in your homies bedroom
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Nah nah nah nah, ooh la la,
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Told you not to fuck wit dada
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Now as you skip to my lou
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Your gonna make me fuck you off on the cool
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Mad at the world cuz your money won't stack
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Cant rap homey dont nobody want that
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Eenie meenie miney mo
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Grab a ho by the throat
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I'ma have to wash your mouth out with soap
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I'ma soldier, strike like a cobra
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Muthafucking libra, born in October
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Somebody shoulda told ya
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I fuck with killas
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Peace to my neighbors chillin up in garden villas
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I'm a damn fool, I'ma muthafucking trip
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Why you niggas keep bumping your dick sucking lips
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Now have you ever seen a man wearing pantyhose?
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Then watch me as I put 'em over my face and go kill me some hoes
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[Chorus]
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Beautiful kids making honor roll
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Ten years later they on parole
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Habitual criminal
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Back in the pen cuz thats all they know
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As he reads whats in the note
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His freedom only comes in an envelope
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An envelope, an envelope
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His freedom only comes in a fucking envelope
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Habitual Criminal
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |