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la, la, la Stoner Hate has got your back California's been invaded by a hippy psychopath And I'm rude (rude) Obnoxious (obnoxious) With an intent
the angriest boy when I was sat into the earth in a stream of guts By mother nature that green eyed slut I wasent the first to get forced from a cut One
Stoner hate has got your back California has been invaded By a hippie psychopath And I'm rude, obnoxious With an intent to kill Rude, obnoxious
[M.I.A.:] We do it cheap, hide our money in a heap Send it home and make 'em study fixing teeth I got a family, a friend in need A hand to throw
don't have a thing Live like a hippy if you wanna be king People say is not worth the wait Everybody loves somebody to hate I'm not gonna go and mosh
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes: The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were
The postmark read "Asuncion"... By the foul Adriatic there can be some dramatic Variations in the temperature So you can't recall which S.S. dress
could take it to the street Yo, lil' girls in the city Dress up pretty Go out and get messed up and shitty Girls by the sea, dress like hippies
could take it to the street. Yo. Lil girls in the city. Dress up pretty. Go out and get messed up and shitty. Girls by the sea, dress like hippies
hate on me Pa, I got pimp designs [Chorus] Pink cookies in a plastic bag getting crushed by the empire states Come on baby why wait Let's make
smashing traffic on that cradik In the A-N-T-I-O-see-H we don't be hate We fo da pay and blowing brains I'm smoking dank (in my throw pit?) in my corner
M.I.A. yeah, Cali was the mission Cruise through the west-end in my new Benz I'm just trynna live life through a new lens Driving by the streets I used
my city man it's been a minute M.I.A. yeah, Cali was the mission Cruise through the west-end in my new Benz I'm just trynna live life through a new
then ran through the alley must have been a coward No more hit 'em up like in the old days homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs that's why I roll by
millionare, suave, definitely paid Lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top grade Bitches blowin' up phones, I walk by, never lie, I'm the type
safe by ya mama When you leave the house, this is what I been about Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine Bringing in choke lines,
down the way, you know--around the way Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved Look here, shit
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live We get
say I'm overrated, but I'm highly educated Incarcerated but reinstated and I know them faders really hate it Rest in peace Malcom and King, TRU
All the niggas that wanna hate me. Yeah, I got love for all y'all. The biggest Mama Mia, Mr. Magic. Yeah, ya all ready know sky is the limit for us.
that I'm a Bentley consumer I get pain, yo' I cry like you I get sick, I could die like you I used to hate my broke days with a passion
cry like you I get sick, I could die like you I used to hate my broke days with a passion Now when I get big money I stash some See a watch I
(Heavy Breathing) [Mia X] I came to this country with my mama Everybody called her the white girl But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin'
talkin' 'bout TIG Some will hate, some will cheer All will know one thing My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music game forever Lately I been
money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for