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team coats, can't play ball. Stare at me as I walk down the hall Call me a fag Say that I'm gay but who's the one getting laid? Fuck you, who's who!
wear team coats, can't play ball. Stare at me as I walk down the hall Call me a fag Say that I'm gay but who's the one getting laid? Fuck you, who's who
see clear It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all Yeah, check it, yo The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels It's unseen or heard,
felt collusion Before the guise, of false memories respite Respite through the haze of cocaine's glory I smoke and I smoke the blue vial's glory To forget
it's guttering glow And death comes through these streets like a scandal Bent up and beaten, oh, a bitter body blow And in bars and shaded back rooms Those who
on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God wane with their thoughts and Beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, he's up there with
Next get the chair got me goin' like General Electric And the lights are blinkin', I'm thinkin' It's all over when I go out drinkin' Ohh, makin' my mind slow That's
hectic Next, get the chair, got me goin' like General Electric And the lights are blinkin', I'm thinkin' It's all over when I go out drinkin' Oh, makin' my mind slow That's
(This, this, this) (Should be played at high volume) (Preferably in a residential...) Life's a bitch, life's a bitch But I'ma keep the pussy wet (Yep
your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream
, Step, Step, Step off Well, i'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow So what ya M.C's gonna do now? It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan You won't
feel the same Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold trouble Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle But it's
lega pad, poetry that sizzle the clip board My og, my homey who taught me deal Said in prayer that's the only time you should ever kneel And that's real
Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the Lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's
too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who
