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my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues

Now I'm layin' drunk in the floor
Yellin' lookin'
a rattlesnake across a braided rope
I'm the demon on your side of the chalk
If they caught them girls who started them fires
Yeah they'll track me down in
to Friday night
While I am anxious 
For the weekend fights
In a small apartment
There's nowhere to run
When chaos has begun
I hold my ears to dull
coffins
In top hats and tails

Fly away, little bird
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings

All the early Roman kings
In
picture god eaten by gray dogs
He stayed in his world
And he sidely sweard
To tell the truth, that DeVon was like
"Your out of cure boo"
Wisegod Allah,
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away

I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
wedding band
They fought just like a hurricane
But she fell in love with Dixieland
Now I'm on a train to nowhere
To find the future in my past
I'm
for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin' head in my drawers
Gettin' head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, ayy,
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
say ock.
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera.
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-'cause I love thee.
If you live by the sword,
picture god eaten by gray dogs
He stayed in his world
And he sidely sweard
To tell the truth, that DeVon was like
"Your out of cure boo"
Wisegod Allah,
Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way 
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45
rain on Friday for the drive in movie

Little kids didn't have a care
There was love growin' up everywhere
But when I open my eyes and the dream
enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest
You knew that already
And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
drive-by expert
Straight outta Compton...

[Verse 2]
Dump dump on a n**** with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I get paid for
track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital
Toys, I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air like
How you do that I call it dope boi magic

I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
The Ruthless network, drive-by expert
Straight outta Compton...

(Verse 2)
Dump dump on a nigga with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
she live, kid?) Out in Bed-Stuy
(Do-or-Die?) come on now, baby, 'cause I'm packin'

I got the phone call at 2 (it's me, boo) oh
She said (you know,
the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink
I'm supposed to stop I can't because

I was sick about awards
Couldn't nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept
I ain't sitting roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doing all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat 
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet 

So high, I'm so high I feel like