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War war war Talking bout ya'll's such a bore I'd rather talk bout moi Do you know that cost of a.k.'s Up in Africa Twenty dollars ain't shit to you But that's how much they are Of course they gonna use it to kill a little da Is girls, diamonds Helpin' ya? Don't you like my bandana My stains hang low On my shirts like ay yai ay Monkey brains and banana I'll hit you with my antenna I put soap in my eye Make it red so I look raa Ra ra So I woke up with my holy quran and found out I like Cadillac So we shooting till the song is up Little boys are acting up Baby mothers are going crazy And the leaders all round cracking up We goat rich we fry Price of living in a shanty town just seem to be high We still look fly We still like t.i Dancing as we shooting up And lootin' jus' to get by With your feet in the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head 'll collapse if there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself "Where is my mind?" War war war Who made me like this Was it me and God in co production My devils on speed dial Every time I take the wrong direction All I want is one thing and that is what you got Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb There's twenty four hours in a day I used to split it eight, eight, eight Eight work Eight sleep Eight for play Now I give it all it takes People on the internet A new life for the intellect People judge me so hard 'Coz I don't floss my titty set I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt I put people on the map that never seen a map I show 'em somethin' they ain't never seen And hope they make it back!!!!
Written by: David James Andrew Taylor, Mathangi Arulpragasam, Charles Thompson, Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Bernard (gb 2) Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris
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