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letra de washington (schoolboy q remix) - the thought

[intro]
blaqknoiz
yo
the thought & gandalf the black on a track
for that -ss
oooooh

[verse: the thought]
whipping in my motherf-cking honda
i was 21 with some b-mmy marijuana
not a b-m, but he stuck in pasadena
on washington, where the gr-ss is never greener
take it back to the clouds of gas and early precious metals
fast forward to the burly piece of trash that presses pedals
in the mask of “no escape”, at pintoresca off the petals
i put the sauce up in the pasta, b-tch, get on my level
always disheveled, not one for bezels or tuxedos
i don’t need to wear the clothes, you already see my ego!
wherever we go, the devo, get your panties twisted
it’s the year of the b-tch, so go on, and get to b-tching
the snitches stayed intact and the system collapsed
so we vicious with the impact and the way we hit the track
it’s jack, you sack of sh-t, sacks of cash to mask profits
laugh away your colon cancer, and doggy-paddle down the styx
i seen the world become bizarre, seen the humans overstepping
joined right in, sat at the bar, got the server girl undressing
you might call the move har-ssment
you might wish you had the power
took your plane and crashed it
right into a tower

[hook]
whipping in my motherf-cking honda
(through the streets of pasadena)
whipping in my motherf-cking honda
(through the streets of pasadena)
the rides we know (washington, washington!)
that’s how we roll (washington, washington!)
our barrio (washington, washington!)
whether pomona or ‘dena (washington, washington!)

[verse 2: b the wizard]
the sky turned black, the moon illuminates the blacktop
blood on the gods, some gangs and crooked cops
the evil takes flight when they ignite the street lights
guns and knives and these hookers with the crack pipes
phones for free, check my rfid
underneath the skin, are we surviving?
if uncle sam gave a d-mn about living my dreams
i would re-route my mouth to manifesting my schemes
knuckleheads chase bread and k!ll for the loot (loot)
hands shake, for belly aches, won’t hesitate to shoot (shoot)
we gotta heal the chakras from the crown to the root (root)
we k!ll our own kind and then we stray from the truth (truth)
look! no money for the schools, but more for the prisons!
how is this wisdom? the kids can’t make decisions!
yuh, and now we glorify this gang sh-t
the youth walk, aimless
they living life dangerous

- the thought

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