Goody Gum Drops
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One thing I despise is the Virgin Suicides
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Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
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The way I collect is like a bomb threat
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Meaning if you don’t have my dough
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“Imma blo fo sho”
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You better have heat when you hang with this villain
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Meaning that it’s cold when I’m chilling
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Catch a feeling
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Slipped in on a banana peeling
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I seen them dead on the floor
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But the blood skated to the ceiling
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I was like, “Yo, how’d that happen?”
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Chuck Taylor’s down gotta keep on rappen
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The one bullet the right place at the right time
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He turned a hell of a wave into a flat line
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My style don’t pump no blood
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It pump weed and gasoline
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Nikki Nickotine
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Man, XTC will twist your spleen
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Tell that to them freaks in them jeans “Know what I mean?”
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It’s kinda ironic make a phone call for the chronic
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And let my Tiger’s hold the Gin & Tonic
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Man, I curse so much it’s blasphemy
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But I do what the rap guys ask of me
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Half heart, half hustle, half heart
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If you don’t have hustle buy the punk here in the tussle <--??
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No love, un-passionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick
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Yea, spin like a CD. I try not to get sleepy
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On the grind when it’s creepy
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Street guys wanna teach me
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Pocahontas making money before were busting in the tepee
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My All Star Chuck Taylor’s stay laced like the mayor
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Street ball court player
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Rectified rhyme sayer
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You’d be like Mickey Man
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No fayer <--??
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Real papa
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I disappear like Jimmy Hoffa
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Reappear on East Up pants in a heavy starch crease <--?
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T-shirt with the vested feature
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Miesha
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Check it it’s the God of Khan
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Chuck Taylor’s down like the Ramadan
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Catch a feeling
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Slipped in on a banana peel ‘n
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You gotta scheme homie? What you dealing?
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Man, the bad lieutenant put the blunt rap doped in it <-?
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It’s like Popeye with his spinach
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Running around like your playing tennis. And you still ain’t finished.
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International, keep the party cracking like pistachios
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The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show
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Make a move with me Birdie. Baby, grab the dough.
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Like a line-backer
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I’ve got a gift like a blind jacker
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Put a hole in your six packer
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The south paw with the lock jaw
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In the kitchen with the rock raw
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You remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains
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Man, it’s the shitty dope dealer
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Dirty worm, caterpillar
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We collide like the sun and the moon
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And I’m still trippin off that room with the blood on the ceiling
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Catch a feeling
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My Chuck Taylor’s got me creepin and rap dealin
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Come through and leave you stunned and then shocked
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Leave my heart on your block like a lost glock
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In the bushes of woods
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Man, you do what you could with the little you got
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Are you cold or hot?
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Put it down with the plot and got knocked
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Went to jail naked in your shoes and socks
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Left it up to your woman, man, to move your rocks
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And the freak turned the spot into a hot box
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Chuck Taylor’s All Star’s and her stars
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Made my way to the bar and there you are
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Catch a feeling
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(Hey Sister, give me some of that Cheese)
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Shere Khan
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| Andre Nickatina |
