[Intro: Bizzy]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Roll that blunt (yeah)
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Give me another toke homie
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We ridin, pimp
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[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
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Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
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And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
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So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
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Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
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I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
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I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
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or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
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Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
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Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
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Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
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Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
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Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
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Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
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Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
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Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
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I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
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Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
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better get rid of whatever you need
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You better go get it remember to plant that seed
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While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
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Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
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I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
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Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
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Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
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Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
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Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
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Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
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Runnin from the spiritual po-po
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Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
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So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
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We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
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We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
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Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
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Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
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Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
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Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
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Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
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The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
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Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
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It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
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It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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Don't burn...
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Get Ya, Get Ya
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Bizzy Bone |