| «I'm all alone, up comes this big black-and-gold death Benz, man.
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| The windows rolled down, the inside has--»
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| «Russell, man?»
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| «Russell? |
| You want to tell the dream, man?
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| «No, it’s fine»
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| «--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man…»
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| Let’s go, it’s voodoo
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| Uh, yeah it’s voodoo
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| I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck
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| I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check (it's nothing)
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| The Captain because I lead by example
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| Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles
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| Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle
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| Ayo, the bitch kind of resemble Don Cheadle
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| I’m like a blonde seagull, twisted roolies in my aunt’s Regal
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| Drinking Paul Masson, watching Home Alone
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| Even when I mow the lawn, I always hold the chrome
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| Cause they come from out of nowhere, try to pull your cord
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| They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door
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| Never ruin the raw
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| Run in the tunnels from the two and the four-train in broad day
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| You silly rabbit, rhymes are foreplay
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| I cop a 50-bag with short change
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| You can see my mom’s reflection in a Sport-Range
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| Shit is voodoo
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| It’s voodoo
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| It’s voodoo
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| It’s voodoo
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| It started raining out of nowhere
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| I let the flare off, it almost burned my fucking hair off
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| Science forbid, Jamaican girls be eyeing the kid
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| She weighed 275, she could’ve played the D-line
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| For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango
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| I sing a jingle, now the Beamer slam like Kurt Angle
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| Curse out the window at a cunt that tried to cut me off
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| I hit her window with a fried rice and duck sauce
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| It’s voodoo, you’re doodoo
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| Stash the acid in the asshole of a German Poodle (They'll never find it there)
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| Uh, sacrifice the motherfucking chicken
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| It’s voodoo
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| «Now I want you to set set up right here.»
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| «No--»
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| «I want you behind the garbage can.»
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| «Where-- where, man?»
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| Wait for my instructions."
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| «No!»
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| «Do you understand me or not?!»
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| «No I don’t, I don’t!»
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| «What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!»
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| So what I’m saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp
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| Wear the dress and wear the wig
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| Light one cig then wait for my instructions
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| If you listen, we’ll be skating through customs eating muffins
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| Tropical discussions, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans
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| Shit, I go nuts
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| And I’m not fat, I’m only robust
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| Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up (Blows up)
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| Uh, till it blows up
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| Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up
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| Motherfucker, till it blows up
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| It’s voodoo |