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Yeah! Coming down like a hatchet Rollin' with the masses Throwin' my matches atop of the gasoline package Throwin' rhymes like ratchets Players with passion comin' disastrous bashin' Runnin' round with the wrong crowd acting like you all down Bout it, bout it, but you bow down What's up with you? What's up with you? What's up with me? You're the one that I see through. Right, left Take a ride in the doperide, yeah Right, left Take a ride. Getting paid in the last days Rage of the teenage Coming out strong and hard and on the front page Haven't I stated, never been faded If you steppin' up, for sure you're getting wasted Hangin' out base in time you're wasted Hear you talkin' local scene I'm talkin' nation Everything I will be, everything I should be, everything you'll never be Everything you can't but you wanna be. Right, left Take ride in the doperide. Right, left Take a ride. No apologies like I'm born again! No authorities gonna fumble my legs! Yeah All these buster all people in this life wanna talk that ya, ya I'm a show you how we deal with that up in M-town. Rollin with the masses, throwin' my matches Throwin' my matches atop of the gasoline package Rollin with the masses, throwin' my matches atop of the gasoline package Rollin with the masses, throwin' my matches atop of the gasoline package Rollin with the masses, throwin' my matches atop of the gasoline package! Right, left Take a ride in the doperide, yeah. Right, left Take a ride. No apologies like I'm born again! No authorities gonna fumble my legs! No apologies like I'm born again! No authorities gonna fumble my legs! No apologies like I'm born again!!!! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Woo! |