Smokin' up an L
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Might kill a brain cell
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But I might as well
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I'm on a highway to hell
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sometimes I feel doomed,
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Totally consumed
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By an eerie feelin'
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I hear pigs squealin'
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Soldiers of fortune
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Are torchin' huts
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The girls on them TVs
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Are shakin' their butts
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I'm hyperventilatin'
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I might be hallucinatin'
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Yo I got a chill
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I'm feelin' sort of ill
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I'm goin' mad
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But aren't ya glad
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ya used Dial
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I'm goin out like style
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[chorus]
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Uh and ya don't quit
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Yeah, keep it comin'
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And ya don't stop
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They say
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Uh and ya don't quit
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I got complexes
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Ya can't figure out
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My dad said
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"He's a bum, kick the nigger out"
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My head's fucked up
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But I lucked up
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And got a hit record
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Now I'm well respected
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I can go places I never went before
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I still dress the same
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So it must be my name
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I can't deal
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With who's real and who's not
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Who treated me the same
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When my record wasn't hot
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They said I couldn't eat too
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So I put my cake down
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I think I'm having a breakdown
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[chorus]
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It's not paranoia
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I got something for ya
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It's made of chrome
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And it'll burst you dome
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No joke my gun'll
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Blow a fuckin' tunnel
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Right through your body
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FREE JOHN GOTTI
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I'll leave with your hotty
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And I'll take her home
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Lay her down on her back
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And I'll make her moan
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[chorus]
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Uh and ya don't quit
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Yeah, keep me cummin'
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And ya don't stop
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Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
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FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
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Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
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House of Pain and ya don't stop
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Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
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Keep It Comin'
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| House Of Pain |
