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Days turn blue to gray Self-destruction Make him function Crayons and clay Your self-destruction Thou have fathered Son and daughter

Born on the bayou Chasin' down a hoodoo there And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' Now, when I was just a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me" 'Cause he'll get you 'Cause

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Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

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Ayo, Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggas? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggas like you bite the microphone Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can