キー: F minor
Verse 1
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I'm their symbol, I'm real
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With me they can relate and associate
same shabby shacks
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With those same funky rags
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on my back
learned
That the dirtiest dog got the bone
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Meaning not the dog with the
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But the dog with the coldest heart
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Coldest heart I became the North Pole
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Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Uh, yeah, good time I sit
What? Four corners, four floors
Some raw, raw, off the floor
Like you're never thrown down
What's that?
That I be this lyrical, miracle,
typical, spiritual nigga who
What? These people are turning,
don't listen to
Uh -huh
Till I listen to him,
realize it's pitiful, despicable, original
Had to get a visual, it was printed, what?
For the man to get these fans
Like he was standing next to Mystical
looking through my rapping book
I was rapping, clapping,
looking for a cap to just
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I ain't have to rap about
how much crack I push
Been dealing with Peter Pan
way before Captain Hook
even had the captain hook
This nigga platter -puss,
he won't move a pack
He shook, movin' back, he shook
I left em' like eff em'
For givin' me some nasty looks,
From midnight to twelve noon,
then let that twelve boom
Leave you with a shell wound,
I end up in that jail tune
I have a chick bringin' me balloons
like she wantin' me to get well soon
That's that coca -coca, cho -cha -ho -da -ho,
I'm so -so
Rollercoaster, Vida Vida, Loka Loka
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Smoker, Smoker,
Smoker, Smoker,
The more I throw a chick chain,
bring around the drugs
A brick a pound of duds,
that'll get the town to love
That's why I bling around in studs
Black diamonds make my bezel
look like the ring around your tub
I get the whole sweater,
all sick off the fifth and the fourth letter
Trick, I'm the man,
It's over, man
Can't you see it's over?
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Get out of here, scram
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