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Paranoia
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
I've been riding around with my blunt in my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits Move to the neighborhood; I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch
Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy Still getting ID'd for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes) Still with the Save Money militia (Imma still watch my bros) Trapped in the middle of the map with a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap That, with a literary knack, and a little shitty Mac, and like literary jack I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
I've been riding around with my blunt in my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits They murking kids; they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot
Down here, it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Cause they've never been in our position
Getting violations for the nation, correlating you drastic I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt in my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits Ah Ah I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too I know you scared Me too I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dyin' first Cause everybody dies in the summer Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring I heard everybody's dying in the summer So pray to God for a little more spring I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too
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