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jl of b. hood - who raised you lyrics

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[verse 1]
new day, same boss
airport, take off
gang gang, sw-nk sauce
still beat your motherf-cking brakes off
ear for, ratchet, when i think of me being that kid
posted up, n0body posting up what we had did
on the portrait bangers with torches ain’t gotta dab rick
doing the most is what i could do at least
moving like decided not to renew a lease
picture me rolling view at laguna beach
puffing a cube and giving someone the big kahuna speech
holding my crotch cause of how hot it was
hood that was we in, none of us had a car garage
and a mirage, did not realize it was sabotage
believe in boogieman but knew mama was santa claus
we don’t know all the commandments
but we memorized rap catalogs
we know biggie smalls` crack list
savages, catalyst, ain’t that a b-tch

[hook]
my cut skin work by skit school
graduated to the penthouse with the sick view
gotta play the game or it plays you
they don’t make ’em like this, who raised you?
who? who raised you?
they don’t make ’em like this, who raised you?
who? who raised you?
they don’t make ’em like this
my cut skin work by skit school
graduated to the penthouse with the sick view
gotta play the game or it plays you
they don’t make ’em like this, who raised you?

[verse 2]
ay bro, let’s pray, don’t stress
they low press, they flow
just ain’t process, play more chess
peso checks, bankroll fresh
if you don’t hear me then this mic will
made it out of where they be clearly living to die real
sitting sales, may never know how a flight feel
on a red-eye heated, some n-gga got on his light still
just another day in a rapper’s life
fake shrew and bobs, dreams ruin my nap at night
the breaks ruin the ride, the snake ruin the fruit
but nothing ruin my appet-te
i don’t hear me and anyone rap alike
bouncing like signals off of a satellite
wouldn’t be this high if i was scared of heights
i want the paper not at the bragging rights
bro snake eyes with a pair of dice
twice turning this paradox into paradise
wanna put us in a box then of course
f-ck a box, jail, casket, or pandoras
b-tch

[hook]
my cut skin work by skit school
graduated to the penthouse with the sick view
gotta play the game or it plays you
they don’t make ’em like this, who raised you?
who? who raised you?
they don’t make ’em like this, who raised you?
who? who raised you?
they don’t make ’em like this
my cut skin work by skit school
graduated to the penthouse with the sick view
gotta play the game or it plays you
they don’t make ’em like this, who raised you?



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