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letra de don't you forget - dub stackz

(verse 1: rapnik von)
i’m from the era of condom rappers and terror
guns, drugs and music, the downfall of america
peace officer scared of ya, judge and jury are scared of ya
that’s cause you a thug with no parents to parent ya
n0body cared enough to try to build your character
then they blame you for the murders piling in your area
but i’m from the bay area
west coast, smoke til my chest roasts, weed keep my stress low
but let’s go hard in the paint
til the paint peel off and we got an empty tank
and i’m far from a sinner but i never been a saint
got a tank of laughing gas for my trip to the bank
thinking ima be high forever, forever ever
smoking on that 15th and that 7th letter
eyes redder than a f-ckin hot temper
and i couldn’t think of how to end this then i remembered

(hook 1)
i’m the sh-t
oh yeah
aye then i remembered i’m the sh-t
and you, b-tch you, don’t you forget that i’m the sh-t (m-th- f-cka)
don’t you forget that i’m that n-gga
i’m that n-gga (ima ima)

(verse 2: rapnik von)
ima beast, ain’t n0body f-ckin wit me
i bring the heat, call me oklahoma city
i mean the thunder
kinda makes you wonder how i keep from going under
guess i’m just misunderstood
good music coming from the hood
play me like i’m stupid, i wish a n-gga would
i wish a b-tch could make it to christmas eve
you can’t be my new years girl, but you can be my trick or treat
skip a beat, never plan on getting sleep
quick to speak, i’m just tryna see my n-ggas eat
this is me, i ain’t who you thought i was
i may die before i live, gimme all the drugs
who you wit? i’m a mack like bernie
your p-ssy n-gga talk don’t concern me
earn money never money earn me
and i couldn’t think of how to end this then i remembered

(hook 2)
i’m the sh-t
oh yeah
aye then i remembered i’m the sh-t
and you, b-tch you, don’t you forget that i’m the sh-t (m-th- f-cka)
don’t you forget that i’m that n-gga
i won’t forget that i’m that n-gga (even though)

(verse 3: rapnik von)
my family mad, they can’t get a hold of me
these b-tches sad, they just can’t get over me
i wear my heart under my chest where it’s supposed to be
i wear my heart under my chest where it’s supposed to be
i’m livin’ la vida coca yola
i turn a b-tch on with no remote controller
i console her when she needs a shoulder
then i pulverize her sh-t but when did i become so bi polar?
i can’t stop it, i swear i can’t stop it
even if i wanted to, but i don’t
and every time she asks about it, i just change the topic
or tell her drop it, that’s how i keep her in my pocket
i’m so high i’m bleeding out my eye sockets
let me stop, i think i’m falling off topic
she said her thighs are on water faucet
she need me to make a deposit (wait)
it’s too late, it’s too soon. it’s too much, give me room
wish i could, but i can’t keep in touch from the moon
if you can’t rock my boat, can you float my balloon?
make me breakfast in bed and be high by high noon
and i know i make art but what’s art to the blind?
free the soul from the heart, free the heart from the mind
free the mind from the bullsh-t
in summary
put the noose around my neck and kick the chair from under me
(yeah, my n-gga ain’t that what you want from me?)

- dub stackz

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