I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and I'm somewhat convoluted
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because I'm living in a coma
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I render those useless who pinch off my trim,
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Your light they are on but your lights they are dim
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I got the bushmill shots, some cops that give me props
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I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts.
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Having fun with my gun, son, you know it's loaded and the FLC
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is raw y'all not candy coated.
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Cooling on the block
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With my case of Rolling Rock
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Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot
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cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys
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They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice
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'Cause I love you people and my boys love you too,
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So fuck the king of beers this ones for you.
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So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
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the FLC with the mucho grande style
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You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix
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a man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay
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the tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. (2x)
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You know the funk I drop is wild just like Aretha beltin',
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My shit is going fast, so get your second helping,
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My brain cells are dying, young women are crying,
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but I keep on trying,
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Like my man Jack Ryan.
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You see my man is in my face as if he has been drinking
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They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking
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We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted
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The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted
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Its the Fun Lovin' Criminals out to represent
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I know its tough being hard and politically correct
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So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
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the FLC with the mucho grande style
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You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix
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a man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay
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the tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. (4x)
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Passive/Aggressive
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Fun Lovin Criminals |