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a jerk
What a jerk 
Wind me up and watch me go. I'm gone.
And all's I left was a sleepyhead
One light town by the bay
I stuck out my thumb when I was
Malama pono `oe, uheuhene
I ka poe pele, `uhe`uhene
`O ili kaua la ilaila
`Uhe`uhene

{Watch out
For the bell buoy
Coming to view by the reef}

`O
done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po that's how it go
Three in the whip, we not
slangin' them birds better watch out for your third
The judge'll trick a nigga and throw a fuckin' curve
That's when your ass is through, it ain't shit
done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't
thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back,
they do in the 5th Ward
In the South Park and The Bronx and the Watts
You know they got crooked cops
Working for the system
Makin' po muthafuckas out
the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po that's how it go
Three in the whip, we not
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"
Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child
see them busters scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshot's
Cause them can't fade me gauge,
Gotta bust them souls in the grave,
So I'm buckin' them
joey
The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain
Yo, she hid the two kids with joey, she didn't know
Cause she paid more doe for 'em
Will
the fame of soul
Years after mama had me tell ya gladly
I plugged for the tunin'
Which cause eyes to zoom in

Which put your person into focus

No
and backs? 40 sacks ??? pipe to his bong
I even saw a po po puff a bowl from a gun

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll
Searchin' for the dank
woolie thai 
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie 
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver 
My man put the battery in my back,
of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangster
of dollars, a list full of problems
I'll address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole c***pit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Gangster
out to Quest and my fellow Jungle Bros

Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimming in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
Punk Pinocchios gotta
and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to Quest and my fellow Jungle Bros

Knocked by the dock of the bay by
the father get raised up 

We John Blaze up, abrasive heat, from the phaser gun 

Never left for a stun Dunn, Atilla the Hun 

type Killa Park Hilla,
the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo
yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth
You need to peep your whole circle out
[Pos]
Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band
and that
the
sirens, yeah it was po-po
And that's O.P.D., for those who don't know
We pulled over, to see what it was all about
He drew his gun and began to shout
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day