TEASPOON! come here come here, hey, hey, hey look
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hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
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muthafuckaz at mah house waitin right now cuz
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aiight
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how long can sell?
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(you see life is like football you know what im saying)
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before I have to go to jail
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(you gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)
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can I possibley get real?
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(I mean you know you might get tackeled you know what im saying)
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before somebody go and snitch
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(then again you might fuck around and make a touch down)
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I'm so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid paranoid
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one false move I can be destroyed (echo)
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I avoid the cops I use a decoy
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see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy
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I'm so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid paranoid one false move
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I can be destroyed to avoid the cops I use a decoy
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You see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy
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all my life I did nothin' but dealin'
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learned to rely on my gut feelin'
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yo name is what? what? I know you from where? where?
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I dont meen to seem vicious but you look suspicious
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stop talking bout drugs on the telephone
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stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
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stop fuckin up, call me before you come
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stop telling these bitches where you got it from
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how long can I sell
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the sheriff departments right down the block
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before I have to go to jail
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pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
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can I possibley get rich
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pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
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before somebody go snitch
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before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
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I'm so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid pranoid
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One false move I can be destroyed (echo)
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I avoid the cops I use a decoy
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you see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy
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I'm so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid paranoid
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one false move I can be destroyed (echo)
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I avoid the cops I use a decoy
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you see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy
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as I bail down the street with my khakis creased
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everybody looking at me look like the police
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havin conversations with my gang asailants
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do you think we under police surveilance
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asking questions giving suggestions
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pulling smith an wessons on strange pedestrians
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cookin crack up, dolla bills stacked up
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hope the cops dont backup here they come man
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how long
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stop runnin stop runnin
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can I sell
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the sheriff departments right down the block
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before I have to go to jail
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pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
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can I possibly get rich
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hurry up pass the tabs turnakit and syringes
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before somebody go and snitch
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before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
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maybe I otta stop sellin water
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spend more time with my son and my daughter
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but my drug life drug me away from my wife
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she couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
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the cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
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the late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
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late at night I fantasize bout rappin
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but I gotta sell dope till it happen
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for how long
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hey who is that who is that man?
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see you all fuckin up
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I got these looks
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yo man little rich kids comin over here
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thats what I'm saying now
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you know the gonna snitch
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they cant even lie to there parents
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what the fuck you think they gonna do when the police presure em?
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get to crying and shit..afroman sold it to me mommy
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he stays over there
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how long can I sell
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the sheriff departments right down the block
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before I have to got to jail
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pass my beer so iI can swallow this rock
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can I possibley get rich
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pass the tabs turnakit and syringes
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before somebody go and snitch
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before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
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I'm so paranoid
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now god lay me down to sleep
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before the cops rape
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please give me a beat
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If they accidently kill me
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and I dont escape
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pray some white person
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gotta video tape
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twinkle twinkle little little star (echo)
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that looks like a police car (echo)
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shining on my dope spot (echo)
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a police raid (echo)
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I hope not (echo)
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little little homie hold my gun (echo)
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im gonna fuckin run (echo)
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where I run, I dont care
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throw that dope, anywhere (echo)
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cops chase me, through the hood
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straight in to the woods
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camouflage like leopards,
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i hear, german |