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• Artiste: Mario Casalini
• Titre: Seattle Super Chronics
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Featuring DK Mars, Brothers From Another ,Kung Fu Grip and J-Reyn (Verse 1) Tub up in my face Makes me feel not so retarded Swisher sweet back and forth From the shoulder martin When the bitches comes I got some money, ye Don't be liars for me Now let's fuck 'em all 'Cause I can't afford the line snorting Things just gotten out of hands Tell me why must I live my life this way Bring the stress, take a hike 'Cause we do what we like It's the sunshine fab (Verse 2) Everybody within wanna fuck with us But I don't think those busters will succeed SASSLIN I the boy that they cannot see M to the A to the RIO Really did up and not giving a O If you chillin then we can roll And if you start drippin you have to go (Verse 3) See I'm outta here with the space Needle syringe, Talk to B , John this month west do He spokes crip But we sieged every inch On the tractor we took Ye fresh out off the school The boomers backing me up Ayo don't wait the ballons That's still just opium doom The Afgani abused, substance the streets hold to you And you abused with a new passion the magic is blue Frank Lucas is foreign for us I pass it to you (Verse 4) Check the beat flow with it The henny slow sipping Only OG swishers old favorite touch my kush kid I'm on a mission, for cars parked benches With the fucking tripping view, for me to blow my cushion Tryin to get my blunt lit , rollin with some rich kids For boxing out the vends so please don't let the breeze in Hoe let me in so I can hit it like sin I ain't gonna lie, I love pie Lungs like cougar but my eyes stay blood shut Do alot of shit just so I can tell you I told you so Young college kid but he the homie though Never been the type to just give up on my dreams And one day I will give up on the weed But for now J Cole I need a light please Always on some dumb shit my crew rolling higher than the blunt is (Verse 5) Come on guys I just like the flow But all my verses hit hard call them Jojo Mars yo Listening to ill beats fat bass Tryin to get my rhyme straight but I'm too baked for this mind state Let me take a break like I'm running up a hill Aww the hill, where I made my first bill No allowance so I had to snatch and steal That's the real, yee Right I rhyme for your mind all the time it's so fun In seattle if you see the sun come kick with me Put some weed in your lungs ask Breeze and Little Steve How it gets done, that's it son Yeeee bitch! (Verse 6) Ayo my mind fly fast through a space ship zipper That's why I need an L just to chase this liquor Sky get high excuse me while I doobie you Myself every day so real, no movie Or youtubing, real cutie share bootie We are who we are becoming but what are we to be Greatest joy in this earth it's just a privilege to breathe Fry chicken to eat, fry fish in the sea Beautiful pills, thinking we're the vision to see Politician listen I ain't need permission to speak I'm vicious in the street, in your face permission to speak I shit the machine died marty switch at the beat (Verse 7) Money May weather, sunny day sweater Get grade A gooda a cheddar fresher ye nigga I'm something you never understood before Beyond one , shit I could be 4 Any 2 can draw , hype smoke and pot Puff puff to the dome hit the like scotch Don't get it twisted nigga DK spits symbols on seaman Down the tale of lost MC's soldiers in a war waged on dead Why I keep the fists raised On my shit, passed the torch to MC I'm on my course too Eat a full course meal Don't see for real Sincerely it's me bitches