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letra de 1992 - sahtyre

[verse: sahtyre]
yeah, and really i ain’t never gave a f-ck
saht be that n-gga when you see me, homie say, “what up?”
these boozy b-tches be annoying like a paper cut
all i’m trying to do is make some music till i take my drugs
long hair, don’t care, on some wayne sh-t
just cause my voice weird, don’t mean i’m on some wayne sh-t
cali in my blood, slit my wrists so you can taste it
b-tch n-ggas running like graffiti when the paint drip
i’m on a sp-ce ship, feeling so groovy
high like cooley with syrup in my smoothie
jealous motherf-ckers wanna judge like judy
but i don’t give a d-mn, if you don’t like it, b-tch sue me
got a dubee full of hash, burn it to ash
-ss, the b-tch i keep it wet, splash
roll up in the bar, full bottle and a flask
and if you ain’t f-cking with us, y’all can kiss my -ss
and i just might spaz on your b-tch -ss
first name c-ss, no r-ss
remember when a n-gga ain’t had no cash?
now i’m laughing at them dumb hoes that didn’t let me smash
lsd, what you telling me?
and all my n-ggas is real, no tel aviv
and it’s h-lla g and they will agree
cause we got em’ all hooked, no msg
and it’s feeling like we cheating, everyday a weekend
i’mma die eventually, so what’s the point of sleeping?
always late as f-ck to these boring -ss meetings
rather be with all my n-ggas, smoking joints and drinking
so, they say i’m a delinquent
i say, they just afraid cause i think quick
chase moore and the hippy, so the beat sick, beast it
you ain’t f-cking with us, eat a d-ck till your t–th chip
homie i’m a be me, drugs in my beanie
i wish a n-gga would, i told that to my genie
sipping on that premium with shrooms like luigi
whole ‘nother world, couldn’t find me with a ouija
it’s easy, saht–zy, young st–zy
climb from the bottom to the top, no zz
from la, to dc, to asia, to figi
they crank up the [?], they go crazy when they see me
cause i’m right here in 3d, and i k!ll beats, [?]
you’re [?], don’t give a sh-t if i sampled, it was meaty
it was life sh-t cause it’s my sh-t
can’t see me like fly sh-t, get off my d-ck
either get the point or you’ll get the point of my ice pick
die slow, die slow, fro like sideshow
bob getting bobbed by some broad puffing hydro
hands up in the sky though, middle finger flipping to the 5-0
west like 5-0, b-tch
four walls, they surround me

- sahtyre

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