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[Drunken Master] "Uh. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Drunken Master, what-what." Yo, I'm 'bout ta fuck yo' head like Stevie Wonder with the clippas ("Yeah, yeah.") Drunken Master, mobbin' like a real nigga Representin' wit' that hardcore rap shit You ain't feelin' me? Meet me on the 'Lac, bitch And we can blaze up a sack of the sticky-green medicine, take ya places ya neva been 'cause I've been around the world without a doubt doin' shit the average nigga dream about Deep in the game like pussy on prom night Livin' in the last days, tryin' ta get my mind right Game tight, ridin' wit' the Outlawz Playin' bustas to the left like a Southpaw Straight ridin', strictly Eastsidin' Mobbin' wit' my dogs, livin' like hogs, nigga Chedda chasin' wit' five on the blaze up 'Bout to get my wait up and stick the whole state up ['Scarface' samples] "You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say 'That's the bad guy.' Say goodnight to the bad guy!" [Drunken Master] Letras de cancionesNiggas gamble wit' they life when they violate the zone of a desperado hustler, tryin' to get my grind on Stayin' focused with my mind on them chedder chips Livin' well but tryin' to get that better shit like a candy-coated hummer wit' the drop-top Beatin' up your block, bumpin' underground 'Pac Ballin, on the road to the riches Never stallin, voice mail full of record labels callin' 'cause they know a nigga' gifted but fuck fame. The niggas got the game twisted Gettin' lifted, representin' Shadyville Drunken Master, soldier in the feel Shit is real. Write it down and remember Number one contender, cold as December Never sober, ridin' 'til it's over Mixtape soldier, I told 'cha ['Scarface' samples] "Hey, FUCK YOU, MAN! WHO PUT THIS THING TOGETHER?! ME! THAT'S WHO! WHO DO I TRUST?! ME!!" ("ME!! ME...") From Letras Mania