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tame one - in the area lyrics

[intro]
dirty god sh-t
[?] aren’t feeling this though
you f-cking hoe!
you f-cks!
you f-ck!
whats that sh-t that they be smoking?
enbalming fluid you f-ck!

[verse 1]
all i need is some weed and some dutches to put another sucker duck in crutches
tame one cripples every f-cking thing he touches
i bring the ruckus all day, f-ck what ya’ll say
til my last day i kick -ss and fill up ashtrays
this cat strays, you can’t get it spayed
i’m a renegade
what you talking sweet like lemonade?
i’m that last man standing
skwad boom like cannons
got knowledge and wisdom, but find myself not understandin’
you ramblin’, while i kick the game grambalin, you be gambalin’
you need to get steppin’ like you cam and them, from martin
if you keep talkin’ what you talkin’, i be stalkin’
waiting for you in your appartment with large friends kicking ya’ll ends
it depends on what i feel like
i gotta let you know this sh-t is real life
my steel knife cuts too fast for you to last
so get off skwad nuts with your b-tch–ss

[chourus]
whats that sh-t that they be smoking?
now the whole world looks dusted
i’m in the area with the sk!lls that never rusted
now the whole world looks dusted
i’m in the area with the sk!lls that never rusted

[verse 2]
i shoot my [?] once in public, like my mic emits green
i hope your b-tch clean
if not i dissed the queen
ain’t n-body seen tame one this raw yet
used to sunset than every other gunset
holdin’ they spots down like projects, like objects
to any rhymer not rhyming, i’m the illest of the illest
you can feel this like i’m [?]
my timing on point like comedians, thanks to my ingrediants with choclate and diamonds
the rhyming don johnson
the next charles bronson with more comp than compton
olympic [?] hold secrets
we gets deep like rollin’ up the leak until the weed shifts
the gift, the gab like gonzo
wis-m-n call me section 8 the subsidizer
i give equal opp’s to any man with props
on my block, it ain’t just the cops with the glock hops
ask your biddy who the diddy is
nutty profess
self claimed lockness in timberlands
injurin’ mandarins like how i’m answerin
life threatenin’ questions in the middle of your sessions

[chourus]
now the whole world looks dusted
i’m in the area with the sk!lls that never rusted
now the whole world looks dusted
i’m in the area with the sk!lls that never rusted
whats that sh-t that they be smoking?
now the whole world looks dusted
i’m in the area with tha

[verse 3]
now for nothin’ tame one will take that path less tooken
leave a whole clique shook the way i’m lookin’
i took one too many tabs, smoked one too many bags
ask the n-gg-s on the ave about the black -ss i have
word to mama
the drama lost cause and all quarters across borders
making n-gg-s run for tape recorders
skwad be on the job no doubt, we turn it out
leaving mcee’s on breeze with trees that cause blackouts
half-ounce hitters to transmitters
they sh-t [?] when we spit it
get wicked with lyrics sippin’ spirits
critics wanna diss it, swearing up and down they know the physics but they miss it, not know the specifics on the misfits
outcast the b-st-rd, comin from the bricks and beyond f-cking tricks
my brains gone!
the babazee got me rightttttt!

[outro]
dirty god estate, new jeruselum we are devoid of funk
s-x, drugs and hip-hop
geovanni
what kinda weed is this?
it’s the babazee baby
you f-ck!
whats that sh-t that they be smokin’?

- tame one lyrics

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