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dom kennedy - christopher columbus lyrics

[intro/skit]

“& you know like i used to have to fight in school & i used to have to run home cause they’d go get big brother on me. so uh, i start saying you know “f-ck that”! uh, i can’t be running home! you know cause if i get ran home…my mama make me fight! cause if i lose that fight…that mean she gon’ whoop my -ss! so i had to win! that way i wouldn’t get two -ss whoopings! cause if i get beat up, my mama gon’ whoop my -ss for losing the fight! so i started…you know, actin’ crazy” [fade]

[bridge 1: dom kennedy]

yeah [x’s 2]
was running through the hallway and sh-t
aye

[verse 1: dom kennedy]

run up on me, it’s gon’ be case closed
head one the swivel cause’ you never know
i know a miracle, one thats locked down
one hour on the yard ain’t enough, no!
i like to exercise my spirit
white jeans in the winter, ya’ll don’t hear me
apc on top, gotta bleed em’
i’m like pac in some neighborhood adidas
& my ambition as a rider just too real
i mean i didn’t learn much, k!ll or be k!lled
watch for sudden movements, cause they plotting
move you out the way to get the profit

[verse 2: ray wright]

remember rocking hand me downs, yeah the same clothes
got that stussy & the gucci, b-tch the game chose
la fitted n-gga, never rock no kangol
opm, flooding in, g’d up, in my same post
blowing kush, f-ck em’ good, lately i been layin’ low
cause i been on the road n-gga, 50 days, 30 shows
champagne, campaign, dripping n-gga, head to toe
thats the pérignon, you don’t muhfuggin’ hear me doe
no, no, no they can’t stop me
all these hoes be outta pocket
sad to see a real n-gga give up
call it what you call it but can’t call it luck

[chorus: dom kennedy]

dooooon’t, f-ck w/ me [x’s 3]

get outta town

dooooon’t, f-ck w/ me [x’s 3]

get outta town

[verse 3: dom kennedy]

i wish you never landed here, erase the print
leave the natives alone you greedy b-tch
leave haiti alone you greedy b-tch
keep a small pocket, keep a trade agreement
slaves work for you, you gotta pay these people
might win a trophy at the espys
deposit on time, that’s a blessing
turquoise paint, it’s a antique

[outro: ray wright]

now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
f-ck w/ a player that’s all in control
flying to islands that’s only remote
benz or that bentley, it’s gon’ be a boat
aye

[chorus]

[outro to fade]

- dom kennedy lyrics

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