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the vo – bizzareland lyrics

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(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

people say you’re overrated, look at me
people say i’m underrated from dub-v
f-ck another b-tch tellin’ us to leave
i could walk up to your girl and get it for free
i’m just kiddin’, man.
i don’t rap about p-ssy or poppy seed,
i’d walk up to your girl and shoot the breeze,
maybe roll a blunt and smoke some trees,
kiss on the cheek right before she leaves,
and before you know it my number’s all she sees,
like d-mn.
what the f-ck are you even thinking about?
turn it up tell your neighbors, say it’s too loud
the vo is here now and we ain’t leavin’ without
all your hands in the air and we can hear you shout

got the reggie watts flow, like “f-ck sh-t stack”
i got lost in the beat and never made it back
you were born with a sign that said “made to slack”
i was born and they handed my mom a plaque, b-tch please.

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

it’s devanni, been on the sideline
but now it’s rhyme time
and i lay mine like land mines and show time
time to blow minds and blow c-ke lines
the flow sublime, west coast divine,
you wanna go toe to toe you must be outcha mind
not even in my prime and i’m still flippin’ dimes to get mine
and get by and reach a peace of mind
hopin’ i won’t end up doin’ time, foolish guys
thinkin’ they school with rhymes
b-tch you don’t spit,
you drool on the beat
like a fat man who’s trying to eat
so try to compete
i’ll let loose with the heat that defeats your whole team
and take a puff of og to mellow me out
thanks to d and olly g for lettin’ me eat the beat
but i’m out, peace.

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

the crime of the capture
hit me with the master
the time in my mind
is long past the rap, sure
kid growin’ up wants to be a news caster
but keep the kids away from the new church pastor
i’d ask her
think that we could move a little faster?
but f-ck it i don’t take no for an answer
de-cancer my cancer, this god is a dancer
at last my past can p-ss on altogether, and
not be a predator forever, whatever
commemorate me for never
an endeavor or something clever
my rhymes penetrate your mind along with other people
and this verse curses the church and the steeple
lethal weapons f-ckin’ commin’ atcha
like a fantastic venture to the rap (ah)
back to back on the vo mob, fo sho bob
long past a time where a b-tch is the show god
working away all the truancy laws, look at the jaws
the flowing cape cod of ape gods
and we press pause.

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)

(we livin’ in the ghetto,
we livin’ in the ghetto now)



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