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and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

and traffic signs acting like we can't read

If you see the red and blue then I really gotta d-d-d-dip
Damn, this weed be silent but deadly
Got people asking me

a long time same spot
In the old plaza with the dirt parking lot
Where Deadly Henry chopped off heads a lot
Before he finally got shot by the cops
Do you

the kinda statement 
I'd jump inside the matrix 
Eat the red and blue pill, just to see what the taste is 
Then suggest some flavours, you will respect

Ghetto Boy

Kane & Abel

Bossalinie

1999

know what? 
I'm ghetto like a nigga gettin' burnt by the same hoe twice, ya heard 
me? 
Nigga that's ghetto nigga 
Ha ha ha ha 

[Big Boz] 
Nigga

Make the new god same as the old god
Man makes his image
Gives his power to the machine

I can't watch no longer
Please don't hold it back
Waiting for

grinning about
Days when I was spinning out
Taking life on the chin
Rope-a-doping with old ways
Bruised, black and blue
Soul worn thin like smooth bottoms

'm fucked up
This bitch got me fucked up
Ain't trying to do shit
Except catch them big buck bucks
And I think I lucked up
Ruby Ridge, turn this shit to Waco

I had three braincells until i saw you
Now one is too busy with the old view
Gotta fish em back in-to my skull soon
Gona leave that now, yeah its for

Freedom

C-Murder

Bossalinie

1999

it's back 
Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts 
Excuse me for my crime but in God I trust 
Bossalinie unaffected by the eyes of even 
Cause

At Prada and didn't blink
Did the same in Dior, man, I need a shrink
All my old homies
They doin' that back and forth
But you with me or not, ain't no in

the fucking same?
I cried my favourite tears on the southeast
An old woman noticed, and she asked me,
"My dear, my dear, my dear are you ok?"
I said, "i think

same old feeling
I'm bout to roll up after those dealings
Taking off, but I hit the ceiling
She said there's wasn't enough feelings
I Guess that what she

it's better for you to live life through the lens

Now I'm walking in his shoes
Got no place to call home
Blue and white collars all pass me by
And they

sleep
He told me I'm a king
Baby, if you can't get with the motion
Then you just a fling
Can you do for me or is
This pussy all you offering? Yeah
Realer

sleep
He told me I'm a king
Baby, if you can't get with the motion
Then you just a fling
Can you do for me or is
This pussy all you offering? Yeah
Realer

Ventilation

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy

Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found