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That Ghetto Rock sh*t poppin' off. So let a fine b*tch top me off. All o' dat nonsense knock it off. I've realized that common sense ain't that common at all. That Ghetto Rock sh*t poppin' off. So let a fine b*tch top me off. All o' dat nonsense knock it off. I've realized that common sense ain't that common at all. Go 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, go... How many people that said they'd support me eventually never supported at all? I'd bet that the same motherf*ckers are hatin' and prayin' and wait for the day that I fall. But now that I'm droppin' an album wit' big-time producers, I look at them droppin' they jaw. They hate that sh*t but be shakin' my hand everytime that I walk in the mall. And this joint's Raw - Put a Bic to the tip. You pressed play... so you already done hit my sh*t. You know that it's potent 'cause what I be tokin' been grown in the ocean. I'm leavin' you smokin'. You hit it too hard then I'm leavin' you chokin'. You hit it too long - make you feel like you floatin'. So stick to the clippin' and skip all the trippin'. It's way too much money that we could be gettin'. You talkin' about me, come have a talk wit' 'em. Dead presidents crippled - you have to go get 'em. Don't ask about me cause you know that I'm wildin' like surfers on waves and they call me Poseidon and I'm the god. So people just give me your praise and come prowl wit' Tha Prowlers, yeahhh. 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1 go! That Ghetto Rock sh*t poppin' off. So let a fine b*tch top me off. All o' dat nonsense knock it off. I've realized that common sense ain't that common at all. That Ghetto Rock sh*t poppin' off. So let a fine b*tch top me off. All o' dat nonsense knock it off. I've realized that common sense ain't that common at all. Go 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, go... And I just sit back and watch how the world goes click clack. That chit chat turn to mishaps. That kickback strong - knock the alcohol right up outta ya'll six-pack along with all of the Big Macs and that sh*t that you been puttin' in your body temple that you can't get back. Don't f*ck around and get kidnapped. What a lovely place to bring kids at. This, this, that, and the other man. For the love of God, we're supposed to be sisters and brothers man. I'll play it like a rubberband - maybe if I snap on 'em they'll snap out it. Man f*ck that! Don't even know why I rap 'bout it. Lot of sheep and its mad crowded - they programmed and droned out, distracted and zoned out. Night of the Living Dead - I'm 'bout to board every window in my home out. Trying not to get bit and become one of 'em. I gotta be able to make it through this cause you cannot compare me to none of 'em no! 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, go! That Ghetto Rock sh*t poppin' off. So let a fine b*tch top me off. All o' dat nonsense knock it off. I've realized that common sense ain't that common at all. That Ghetto Rock sh*t poppin' off. So let a fine b*tch top me off. All o' dat nonsense knock it off. I've realized that common sense ain't that common at all. Go...
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