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• Artiste: J.L. Of B. Hood
• Titre: Who Raised You?
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New day, same boss Airport, take off Gang gang, swank sauce Still beat your motherfucking brakes off Ear for, ratchet, when I think of me being that kid Posted up, nobody posting up what we had did On the portrait bangers with torches ain't gotta dab Rick Doing the most is what I could do at least Moving like decided not to renew a lease Picture me rolling view at laguna beach Puffing a cube and giving someone the big kahuna speech Holding my crotch cause of how hot it was Hood that was we in, none of us had a car garage And a mirage, did not realize it was sabotage Believe in boogieman but knew mama was Santa Claus We don't know all the commandments But we memorized rap catalogs We know Biggie Smalls` crack list Savages, catalyst, ain't that a bitch My cut skin work by skit school Graduated to the penthouse with the sick view Gotta play the game or it plays you They don't make 'em like this, who raised you? Who? who raised you? They don't make 'em like this, who raised you? Who? who raised you? They don't make 'em like this My cut skin work by skit school Graduated to the penthouse with the sick view Gotta play the game or it plays you They don't make 'em like this, who raised you? Ay bro, let's pray, don't stress They low press, they flow Just ain't process, play more chess Peso checks, bankroll fresh If you don't hear me then this mic will Made it out of where they be clearly living to die real Sitting sales, may never know how a flight feel On a red-eye heated, some nigga got on his light still Just another day in a rapper's life Fake shrew and bobs, dreams ruin my nap at night The breaks ruin the ride, the snake ruin the fruit But nothing ruin my appetite I don't hear me and anyone rap alike Bouncing like signals off of a satellite Wouldn't be this high if I was scared of heights I want the paper not at the bragging rights Bro snake eyes with a pair of dice Twice turning this paradox into paradise Wanna put us in a box then of course Fuck a box, jail, casket, or pandoras Bitch My cut skin work by skit school Graduated to the penthouse with the sick view Gotta play the game or it plays you They don't make 'em like this, who raised you? Who? who raised you? They don't make 'em like this, who raised you? Who? who raised you? They don't make 'em like this My cut skin work by skit school Graduated to the penthouse with the sick view Gotta play the game or it plays you They don't make 'em like this, who raised you?