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Hopsin

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    I'm the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes
    Who's cooler than I? Whack niggas move it aside
    When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised
    West coast bitch
    I spent my days as a refugee
    Till the rap game came to rescue me
    And left my wrist paved in accessories
    A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck mc's
    You're wrong if you thinkin' wayne was the recipe
    Nah, he ain't worthy of that, the controversy is back
    Get off the kool aid stir me a batch
    See I prefer to relax, but I can't and god knows it
    Gotta stay raw with the flow that I'm diagnosed with
    Oh shit, niggas keep fuckin' with my emotions
    Maybe that's the reason that I suffer from psychosis
    Shocking as high voltage, fuck it, my life's hopeless
    So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this

    Now ever since a nigga was a seed
    Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
    Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
    In a six-one chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
    Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
    Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
    Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
    Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, westside
    Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
    Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
    I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
    I get my currency in stacks, california's where I'm at, right?
    Passed by while these niggaz wonder why
    I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
    Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tear I shed
    For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
    Niggaz still ballin'

    Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me
    Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean
    I grew up on baggy jeans, pornographic nasty dreams
    Moral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene
    Wish I was stackin' cream, wish I had a lamborghin'
    Wish I had the cover on a rolling stones magazine
    I'm sick of the radio playin' all these faggot teens
    Keep it real, show me somethin' ill that I haven't seen
    For ten years I've been workin' on ill flows
    And finally got a fuckin' record deal and I'm still broke
    Man that's not common, bombs that I'm droppin'
    Are dope, but all that I can afford is some top ramen
    I notice that ya'll niggas like to dumb the stats
    I should stomp your ass out until your lungs collapse
    No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that
    It's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detachedn
    Come on

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    Now everybody wanna see us dead
    Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
    Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
    Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
    Swoop down with my nigga from the pound
    Cause {trick} don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
    Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
    Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

    I feel heat, everywhere a nigga see me up in the streets
    I don't tweak, keep a straight.38 under the seat
    Mad. Mission mode. my thoughts are cold
    Bought some tans of skins, money bags of gold
    Roll and collide homicide boxicide
    Thug life and dogg pound on this midnight ride
    Every since we hit the world
    We got stationed, with no hesitation
    Make moves nigga, mr. Too smooth the elaborate
    The slow like potion, focus on the money
    Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion
    Grandma got you got, too much heat to hot
    Cause shank is shot, belgium in this poisonous plot
    Fame and fortune, fortune from game
    We be zags, and this some bout some cats
    Taxes its all the same
    As long as there money to exchange
    Nigga!

    'Til the day I die
    You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
    Still ballin', niggaz wonder why
    You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
    Still ballin'

    'Til the day I die
    You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
    Still ballin', niggaz wonder why
    You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
    Still ballin'

    West side!!!!

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