| Yeah, some of us are caught up in false raptures, watchin' the clock spin
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| Crooked cops shot unarmed innocent men
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| The law watches, the often caused conscious
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| People hustle illegal in times of lost options
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| Instance run with clever intent
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| The fish speaks with like an extinction level event
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| Is Los Angeles a devilish pit? |
| Never forget
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| The areas with various sets, treat it like a terrorist threat
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| And we should never accept
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| Mental incarceration, freedom or death, they need to beat it, man
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| Brother bein' deleted man
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| Nine millimeters see the hands of people younger than Peter Pan
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| Exposin' the truth, I’m closed in the booth
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| To show you the goose that’s holdin' the noose
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| Some old, rich recluse controllin' the juice
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| While the destitute people put a hole in your suit, it’s Too Much
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)
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| Too Much, she doin' Too Much
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| Henny with the dutch, she about to lose touch
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| Stump with the blunt and, head like a pumpkin
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| Floss on the cross, rob her when she start stuntin'
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| Try to say somethin', but it sound like slurrrrrrr
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| Try to paint a picture, but it’s all just blurrrrred
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| Truth told, got a heart made of gold
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| But the drank make her think she can kick it too cold
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| Actin' erratic like a killer on the row
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| Stackin' the cabbage, but she spend it at the show
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| At the bar, trickin' off like a star
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| Jack shots to the floor, now she’s slizzled on the wall
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| Nothin' free in this life, little shorty
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| Was a school girl, now she just wanna party
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| Actin' all grown, when she’s gone
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| Chuck it all out on the metro phone, she Too Much
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)
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| Gettin' stupid at the light, spinners on the scraper
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| East Bay slang, gang lookin' like Quakers
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| Man, y’all some Catholics, solve bad habits
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| About five deep on two-way gadgets
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| I move past it, but everyone in traffic
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| Seems like they lost their mind real rapid
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| Cameras on bumpers, screens and big thumpers
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| Chrome off the lot, and that’s no wonder
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| It’s Hip Hop, they got your daughter with a grill
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| Rap music, a beast that can’t be killed
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| Scantily clad gold diggers wanna chill
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| And chase the dream in case it’s real
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| Fake thugs entertain now with amateur raps
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| Droppin' names and slandering naps
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| Pandering, it’s tough enough to claim it
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| We seen it before, it’s just the same shit
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck)
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)
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| Ah, Too Much, too many people
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| (We all chase the buck, we all don’t give a fuck) |