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typo - box lyrics

{chris tucker}
(break yo’self fool!)

[verse 1: t ill]
ain’t it boring?
these rappers giving y’all the same lectures
once i’m heated, i’ll just send out on the same stretcher
for now i’m k!lling in the lab but this ain’t dexter
sorry bron, but the king’s me like we just playing checkers

a little lupe, a fiasco when i use these words
and like snoopy, my eyes are droopy when doobies burn
and if your mouth’s hurting, guess that it’s your b00bies turn
was always bout the p-ssy, swear i never knew what cooties were

(excuse me sir?!)

nah, it’s time for me to spit more
my brain’s open, guess it’s time for me to split yours
i’m 5’10, but i’m standing like i’m 6’4
i’m bout to f-ck the world so i can show you what this d-ck’s for

so open wide, i open minds when i do this sh-t
so get aligned or stand behind when he’s moving his lips
it’s no surprise i guess i’m blind with the views i get
but still i point at you if someone’s asking me, “who’s a b-tch?”

excuse my french, but f-ck it, tyler’s a potty mouth
the more he spits it, then the higher is the body count
ain’t in prison, still got bars that kept john gotti out
so if you wanna kick it, then i’ll show you what karate bout
(then i’ll show you what karate bout)

{half baked}
(i don’t do drugs though, just weed)

[verse 2: t ill]
never gave a sh-t what cents say
only praying that my friend’s safe
period
you p-ssies better hope that my men straight
cuz if not, and my homies dead over a zip-lock
not even the f-cking pens safe
comprende?

i hope you get it, but if you don’t, i’ll be the tutor
leave these p-ssies neutered
whipping the trooper
roll down the windows, scream “f-ck the shooter!”
they keep the piece, i keep the peace
that’s why i f-ck with buddha
i keep la’kice up in my dreams, so glad i f-cking knew ya

i’m acting luda, but it’s only cuz the homie’s gone
i wanna see em, i keep thinking that it won’t be long
i’m kind lost, is this a sp-ce where i don’t belong?
god told me i’m the savior, so these rappers better hope he’s wrong

{denzel washington}
(aww, you motherf-ckers. okay. alright. i’m putting cases on all you b-tches. huh. you think you can do this sh-t… jake. you think you can do this to me? you motherf-ckers will be playing basketball in pelican bay when i get finished with you. shu program, n-gga. 23 hour lockdown. i’m the man up in this piece. you’ll never see the light of… who the f-ck do you think you’re f-cking with? i’m the police, i run sh-t around here. you just live here. yeah, that’s right, you better walk away. go on and walk away… cause i’m gonna’ burn this motherf-cker down. king kong ain’t got sh-t on me. )

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