I'm not taken no chance tonight
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I'm gonna pack me a gat tonight
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I'm gonna sell me some sacks tonight
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And if it all goes well and I'm stacked tonight
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We can all kick back and we can laugh tonight
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Your off track tonight, and if you snooze you lose
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You slept we crept, Your being broke your bruised
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Thats the life I choose, guns drugs and booze
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And we can get down right here in the street
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You choose to live on your knees
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I'd rather die on my feet
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Shelia is a mess - o
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She comes from Modesto
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And you confessed
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I don't wanna let go
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she will do her best though
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Death to confession (?)
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Everythings ok
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If she goes and says so
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She's gonna load em up
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Tie it up now boot it up
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Shoot em up shoot em up
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Cigarette now smoke it up
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I got my hood em up
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Cigarette now smoke it up
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She not my sister
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I love to watch ya tear it up
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And we can get down right here in the street
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You choose to live on your knees
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I'd rather die on my feet
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One Seventeen
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| The Transplants |
