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Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey lookHey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yayMuthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'causeAiightHow long can sell?(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)Before I have to go to jail(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)Can I possibly get real?(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)Before somebody go and snitch(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoidOne false move, I can be destroyedI avoid the cops, I use a decoySee my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boyI'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoidOne false move, I can be destroyedTo avoid the cops, I use a decoyYou see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boyAll my life I did nothin' but dealin'Letras de cancionesLearned to rely on my gut feelin'Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspiciousStop talking 'bout drugs on the telephoneStop walking with a bunch of thugs to my homeStop fuckin' up, call me before you comeStop telling these bitches where you got it fromHow long can I sell?The Sheriff departments right down the blockBefore I have to go to jailPass my beer so I can swallow this rockCan I possibly get real?Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringesBefore somebody go snitchBefore the DEA kick the door of the hingesI'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoidOne false move I can be destroyedI avoid the cops I use a decoyYou see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boyI'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoidOne false move, I can be destroyedI avoid the cops, I use a decoyYou see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boyAs I bail down the street with my khakis creasedEverybody looking at me look like the policeHavin' conversations with my gang assailantsDo you think, we under police surveillance?Asking questions giving suggestionsPulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestriansCookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked upHope the cops don't backup, here they come manHow long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?The Sheriff department's right down the blockBefore I have to go to jailPass my beer so I can swallow this rockCan I possibly get real?Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringesBefore somebody go and snitchBefore the DEA kick the door off the hingesMaybe I oughta stop sellin' waterSpend more time with my son and my daughterBut my drug life drug me away from my wifeShe couldn't deal with the stress and the strifeThe cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'But I gotta sell dope till it happenFor how long?Hey, who is that, who is that man?See you all fuckin' up, I got these looksYo man little rich kids comin' over hereThat's what I'm saying nowYou know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parentsWhat the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommyHe stays over thereHow long can I sell?The Sheriff departments right down the blockBefore I have to go to jailPass my beer so I can swallow this rockCan I possibly get real?Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringesBefore somebody go snitchBefore the DEA kick the door of the hingesI'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleepBefore the cops rape, please give me a beatIf they accidently kill me and I don't escapePray some white person, gotta video tapeTwinkle twinkle little little starThat looks like a police carShining on my dope spotA police raidI hope notLittle little homie hold my gunI'm gonna fuckin' runWhere I run, I don't careThrow that dope, anywhereCops chase me, through the hoodStraight in to the woods cameraFly like lepord'sI hear, German ShepardsFreeze, hold it right thereDrug dealers, nightmareBusted crack, criminal courtNo black supportHandcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all whiteThey could never be my peers, sentence me twenty yearsThis rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record dealIf I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen stillWhat a predicament From Letras Mania