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letra de drug free (remix) - ol' dirty bastard

“drug free (remix)”
(feat. m.m.o.)

[ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
kids, don’t get high
mothaf-ckas had me up in this mothaf-cka, last night and sh-t
i’m cocained the f-ck up
paranoid as a motha.. yo i’m paranoid as a f-cka
yeah, f-ck that.. yo i f-ck around and sh-t
i sprained both of my f-ckin’ fingers
this sh-t.. man a n-gg- need to get.. i’m tired of gettin’ high like that
ain’t n-body came in my mothaf-ckin’ school with no mothaf-ckin’ drugs
stop f-ckin’ wit me n-gg-s, stop f-ckin’ wit me
n-gg-, that sh-ts all in my family, n-gg-
stop f-ckin’ wit me, the f-ck is you talkin’ bout?
on the strength, what the f-ck is you talkin’ bout?
we’ve been here too many years to stop f-ckin’ wit me

n-gg- i’m scared of the trigga
while i’m the life giver and the life taker
i’m your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law
got the universe movin’ in the form of the sea-saw
you killed 2pac and biggie, you know they was rollin’ wit me
you paid for your stupidity
you can’t do nothin’ to me! i let your f-ckin’ eagle fly free
n-gg-, i’m pioneerin’ all the sound ya hearin’
earth from steerin’, high mountaineerin’
i sincerely f-ck you up severly by the yearly
keep the sky clearly
i’m straight from the seventies
mockneck colors wit ya b-tch -ss disappearance
give me clearance, i don’t want no f-ckin’ interference!
i’m the big black jesus!

throw ya hands in the air! and wave ’em, f-ckin’ wu don’t care!
and if ya +’bout it, ’bout it+
like we’re +’bout it, ’bout it+, let me hear ya say, “oh yeah!”
oh yeah! well, oh yeah!

i smoke woolers too, i majored the dust
uh, it’s legal for me
i drink everything, i don’t give a f-ck
it’s part of the universe
hey, what else i do? i do what i do
man, f-ck that! i stays high!
i don’t give a f-ck!

[trigg’nomm]
yo yo yo i don’t stop at the booze, no not, can’t drop the tool
so no to c.rules and go to these schools
now who thinkin’ elementary, cl-ss
i be see no to ecstacy and hash
headed to the penitentiary one way
blackin’ out sippin’, dust plus gun play
knucklehead n-gg- in a stolen hyundai
sip this two, a one-to-three on monday
if i’d have stayed in school and said no to drugs
i’d probably just be what my moms thought i was
i probably wouldn’t be here pleadin’ with the judge
and b-tchin’, it’s silly, hope the god forgive it

[ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
(yeah) kids, don’t use drugs! (what what what what? m.m.o!)
durg free! drug free! drug free!
durg free! drug free! drug free!
drug free! drug free!

[beat cuts off]

dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
dunh, do-do-do-duh-duh-duh
dun-dun-dun
maybe i was a fool, dun-do-na-na-na
when you say gettin’ high wasn’t cool, do-na-na-na
when i got used to this stuff, dun-duh-na-na-na
[snorting] wasn’t enough..

[beat comes back in]
drug free! drug free! drug free!

[itchy-fingas sha]
eh-yo, we worldwide, drug free but we all hide
pumpin’ adrenaline through all sides
most guys need c-ke to cope, the only smoke i choke
is when i burn n-gg-s verse for verse
my drug caper, stoppin’ ya heart just like a pacemaker
we hold weight so we cross trainers
and headbangers with these black rangers
feds tryin’ to contain us
cuz we live dangerous, drug paraphanelias
my life changes, switch up frames in different angles
crack’ll leave ya dead or with shackles on ya ankles
loves and thank yous, but it’s a privelage for me
givin’ ’em drug free style, m.m.o., o.d.b.

[outro: m.m.o.]
baby.. baby jesus, baby jesus
deadly venoms – chameleon, poison, scorpion, viper
chameleon, poison, scorpion, viper

- ol dirty bastard

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