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Ah, one two, one two! Yeah, yeah You wanna know where I'm from, son, follow my lead As a matter of fact, just follow my weed! My pop is the white... stop the polo creed... Now I'm doing the same thing, Abu Ghraib! MCs may have stopped, strip down to... Get exposed when I flow, chain down to walls, y'all Just say nothing like they! Doing all wrong while I do it the wrong way We're speaking in a matter of terms See it in my mind's eye, I burn cannabis herbs I'm an analyst, some say an evangelist One day I'm knocked from the bay of Los Angeles. I'm from the K, got that Shawty wanna pull shit Trying not to hate, but all these younglings are some bullshit Even got the nerve to call themselves soldiers Lighter smoke, snap... strike a few poses! Hook: It go bla blab la Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls! What's up, hoe? You really want to spark You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are Dead serious about the shit, aha Got your man tied up, we're about to flip Letras de cancionesThe true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain I guess you should get used to the pain! Listen, more militant, bar for bar billion This ... and large cigars of the alien shit Sean killing shit, weapon of mass blast Consumers might cop, but I know that your ass trash. I don't do songs for grass... I do songs with whack ass rappers for fat stash Now I'm in the black hawk No job, whole vibes ... More style is the baddest, I floss fabric In doing savage acts of violence to wile bastards ... In the street you're out ... cupcakes balls .. extra corn. I'm an artist, watch out, fattest can't get drawn! Uh, delicately preaching We ain't related, so fuck on that relatively speaking, motherfucker! Hook: It go bla blab la Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls! What's up, hoe? You really want to spark You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are Dead serious about the shit, aha Got your man tied up, we're about to flip The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain I guess you should get used to the pain! I wasn't done yet, son, move at sunset! All my artillery is summed up in one... Don't act like this rip don't hurt Rain drow not from the flow, from the work. I .. like I ain't got enough air! Every mic inside, I'mma make you disappear (gone!) They're like, wait! I don't know if they may be saying After all I just got in on the crazy. Wretches been blusterous, this rap is rappers spit So after I rap, you shouldn't rap after this! .. is back to back coupons... Stuff to get odd, Fuck your... it's my life, fuck if you come! .. one two flow, when the guns do blow Plus, I keep this shit out of you, Kung Fu Joe! Hook: It go bla blab la Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls! What's up, hoe? You really want to spark You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are Dead serious about the shit, aha Got your man tied up, we're about to flip The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain I guess you should get used to the pain! From Letras Mania