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bulletholes grow upon your clean clothes hoe
I got such plush rhymes so much I touch lives
Fuck dimes fuck wives and leave em cut why
Cut your fingers off by

up his coffee cup with lonely hands
The waitress is bringing over her chocolate milk 
Says honey that’s okay I’ll clean up the one you spilt 
Yeah

knew the reason why
I would sure tell you so

If I was in a play by Sophocles
There’d be miracles and calamities
There’d be subplots and sub-subplots

walking i'll do her like darkoo i must pull her over 
Funny how i'll take your digits 
In 2 weeks time you'll be making me digits
Flip it and kill recky

the difference is
I'm spaced out, I'm no human being
Just know if you ain't heard of me
I'm doing things
I was just inspired by some newer things
Truer things

to waste
So I try to get by and find my balance in this place
I don't want to be a product of my enviroment
Nah I want my people to see me as inspiring

Still Dre

Cee

Tribute to Dr. Dre

2004

to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop,

Wockhardt cups I’m pouring
Fuck the ops, shoot my 30 out the foreign
Kylie Jenner by the kilo just imported
Y’all fucking hate me because you still work

never cared what the change about/y’all niggas mention worthy/big wolf don’t need to worry/clean cut but I do’em dirty/sliding out by 7:30/bad bitch but

the one, I'm still the one yeah
Look, yeah bad bitch boy I hope so ain't worried about my flow though 
Man flows gotta bout boatload nigga

Like I'm la'

to the ring without any hesitation
New Pirlo New Party New Fuck Whit Pacino
He is Gusto, so come soon
I both give and fuck the police
You can be evil and bad

you act boy
Sipping lean I pour that act up
Got too much racks in my pants bitch I can't even pick my pants up
That bitch on me so bad but I cannot be

behind them
I'm trying to know, I'm dying to
know, and already know
Weird bad day

When did I disappear
Why is the road so cold and bumpy
I look in another

Squeaky clean kids by his side.
I get the shit, they get the chances.
I get to walk, they get to ride.
You know I'm your problem boy,
I never even stood

filler
Dog my flows kill you like old yeller 
See i rock like on an online dope dealer
Nobody illa since Thrilla F’reala
So Beat it, no P Y T is bad