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ej3000 - just whatever lyrics

loving the way that i laugh
up in the studio blunted and faded
both how i’m livin’ and my nose is large
or i’m hated cause my pigment is too shaded
so i gotta carry every knife, every machete
things get to cl!ckin with vinyl and cd
in the dark it’s hard to fight us
the cartel’s back, put the gats in the stash, gee
i sold bags of dust, i needed cash and plus
cause who the h+ll should i support, i’ma still be straight
can’t wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m
all i ask is that you stay just one more night
i’m off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th
a mother just trying to raise her son up
one gun, one clip, one man and fan of some sh+t
drankin out the bottle motherf+ck a cup
thank you for seeing no hope
gettin this paper from all angles, which means
i heard that prom night is a bomb night
on bet sittin’ by free in them blue jeans
gat you up
x5 fly, unidentified objects
art f+ckery, suddenly?
let’s have s+x!
please check it out..
please don’t get it twisted
yo’ who the f+ck is this?
so when i get lifted, i’m gifted
it’s 2 o’clock, am i waisting my time
eye contacts sendin chills up opponents’ spines
and make the gang cook good
turn around and join whack ones
look at the rules you break
dumb b+tch, then tomorrow i duck you
in the book of mystery
out of prison, we got sh+t to do
hold tight, on this planet, where the mind’s greater
spit ran out, lit up like green lantern
til one day, nic was playing sniper again
wit a digital trigger finger like the letterman
you ain’t gettin too far so, keep on your coat
at war with the demons that live in infernal regions
call of the wild, scream as we jump you
yeah, for many reasons, i internet, connect thru legions
my 4+9+3+11 has fleas cause when i’m kicking the lip service
l.a.’s finest with my top dogs all around me
that’s where i took the belt and didn’t take no pity
theres nothing else to do they said, but wait and see
mc’s be like shaq and ’em, still not ready yet
my music’s dope, book me, i’m gonna need some help
with my fingers brown, from the smoke of bugle
suicidal thoughts hit the back of my scalp
and you alone outside, a track with no square
the jewels i drop, hit like dope in ya fiends
impress me and buy a half brick o’ d
we first had locked eyes yo, when we were thirteen
a hundred times see us but still catch the rush
stun like stunguns; son, i hit your fulcrum
from the west to the east
see, see cause stereotypes will make you dumb
girl, what your tongue ring about?
i like the that girl
the world most hated
come on, girl
i’m talkin to you, b+tch
200 fallen angels leaning on venus track
that sh+t’s real, mad real like current events
possibly strung out, enough to run back
well, i’m over your radio once again
me without a foreign car man that’s unheard of
told him good karma come upon you like tsunami waves
don’t go back, and keep ya self above
pray to the lord and help you advance
i do my dirt by myself
sparrin sh+t, peep the membership, my ray ridiculous
knee deep in his d+mned self
move wax, count stacks when i’m gone
she put the gucci sandals
definitely i hustle blad, definitely win
three painbrushes burn like candles
what if he was white?
and his plan since the days away
tical fellas spray for the baby
when you momma brought you cupcakes for your birthday
i’m on some other sh+t, i’m dressed in all black
and if you get shot, then it was meant for ya
i ain’t never scared! swirvin’ drunk, off of that liquor
for the fam, ya’ll, from new york to l.a
one more glance at your face then the past stops
despite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift
then come right back with the counter rap
hold more weight than that sh+t that you lift

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