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letra de sly and the family stoned - sly moon

[verse 1 – sly moon]
ay yo, ay yo, uh
yo, you can get your drugs then come back
i can take that sh-t and run laps
call me mr. who the f-ck’s that
i’m too far gone to come back
every z, i’ve been and done that
dumb pack the blunt
rap, think forward don’t look back
got something missing, yeah i took that
your b-tch something that i would tap
got money that you wish you could stack
that gambling fiend with more p’s than i should have
yo, it’s an eye for a eye
i’m taking both of yours, you ain’t getting either of mine
ha, i put my life on the line
high off the lines, convincing you your life is a lie
gambling my slice of the pie
looking up at the sky, that’s why i be sly
that guy you wish you never saw
i’ll pay your money back when you debt me more

[verse 2 – black josh]
and you can get merked with that weak flow
i’m living at the top of the building like the weed grow
spliff to the face like a knuckle to the cheekbone
my bro irish and he’s in the field like he’s keano
been seeing kilos since you was wearing chinos
bank fraud had to get the money from casinos
they say it’s all a game, i’ve been working out the cheat code
you know how the streets go
i’m like..
this spliff getting burnt like anakin legs
i brought the drugs out at your birthday and your family left
i don’t leave till the gaff is a mess
you can’t back the beef, boy you just panic at best
i got my gal on the sweg
smoking weed, trying to channel the zen
a quick relapse and it’s mad all again
i had to graft in the ends
i’ll have your brother doing crack in the den
i calm down while i’m sat in the benz
[verse 3 – salar]
i’m kicking back, sipping that good water
the pro contract blood sporter
brought the lamb for the slaughter
sl!ck when i tip the fedora
she saw a rare magenta tint in the aura
you’re trying to peac-ck but ain’t f-cking with these gods
who can pass for a king or a pauper
fall in order or order your downfall and fall back
get the dial tone and don’t call back
i’m all that and more
blackjack you for your last penny
now leave and please don’t slam the door, behind you
this type of geezers born st–z is raw
you like to talk the grease talk but trying to walk the walk
i stalk, in the tiger versus gazelle stance in ysl parts, the h-ll bringer
word to christ, bottomless well wisher i paid the price
you better tell fish again

[verse 4 – sleazy f baby]
sleazy leo off some white women and some vino
i took the work off papi, dipped off in the speedboat
i’m in the trench like i roll with neo
the pack smelly like a load of b-o
disrespectful, most neglectful
said it with his chest, bullets he could hold a chestfull
i slit his throat and make him gargle dettol
you’re r-t-rded kid and your hardly special
harvey price if i’m being respectful
who’s that? the party p–per
shoot your face, leave half your medulla and send the other half to your ma’ in the uber
or i catch your dad slipping out pilates
and i headshot your little sister while she at karate
wallah, i feed my somali this salami
got her saying it’s harami?
[verse 5 – clbrks]
i wore the badge like the scoutmaster
no need to rap faster
see the spug go on cap blast her
i don’t wear the everlast like i’m everlasting
hopping on the bar, tell them i’m the captain now
now, yeah, i’ve been a born sinner
might nick your old car, though i’m in my dinner lot
f-ck your family, i’ll snapchat and happy slap your g
telling lies to your eyes, i’m talking factually
i made the product like a factory and tripled the price
skip the middle man, my image is nice
pay us upfront, receive the package later
my only concern is the police and my paper
i will make your orders, you can be the waiter
don’t forget the digestive, you get it?
i said my sh-t turns blue with a test kit
i great start to my day like some nesquik

[verse 6 – lee scott]
when it’s all gone pete tong and you’re as wrong as those you deem wrong
as long as you’re conscious to chong and you can see yourself plodding along
on the same road as everybody else in your gravy, son
enough for a two piece with no gravy, son
twenty ways on a bottle of old navy rum
i’m in the same boat but don’t save me some
it’s going down like a rotating thumb
spent the world shared budget on an eighth of skunk
then blazed it up before the day was done
they don’t wanna see your off
they’d rather wave a gun
getting wavy for the f-ck of it but don’t blame me mum
it’s the fault of society in general, mate
why the f-ck not think about it, meditate
while i celebrate with a bevy
life’s gone tits up like i f-cked a b-tch at missionary

- sly moon

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