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i felt dark cuz it was rainin. heres the lyrics tho.







DUDE WAS ABOUT ; 22,

JUST GRADUATED ; FROM HIGH SCHOOL.

DONT TRIP ; HIS GRADES WAUNNT EQUIPPED ; HE HAD NICE CREW,

BUT SLIPPED ; WHEN HE DIPPED,

FROM CLASS ; IN THE WHIP TO GET SOME LIP ; AN ASS.

FROM A DIFFERENT HAG ; WIT CHRISTMAS BAG.

YOU COULDNT MAP QUEST HIS ASS; TO SHOW EM WHERE THE GIFTED AT.

ALL HE EVER DID WAS RUN IN STREETS ; WHERE DA COPS ; CLIPPED HIS ASS.

NOW HE SHOWERS IN SOCKS ; CUZ HIS SLIPPERS JACKED.

HE STILL SHOCKED ; CUZ THE DUDE THAT HE SHOT ; WAS AN OFF DUTY COP.

SO THEY SKIPPED THE FACTS ; 25 TO LIFE ; NO PAROLE,

SHOULDA NEVER EMPTIED THE CLIP ; ON HIS RIBS THAT CHIPPED,

AND LEFT THE BIGGEST HOLE.

AND THEN LIT IT ON FIRE ; BETWEEN SOME TIRES ; LONG ENOUGH,

TO ROAST A 12 PACK OF OSCAR MYERS,

THATS WHAT THEY CALLED THE DENTIST FO.

HE THOUGHT THEY'D NEVER GETTEM THO ; ALL THE WAY IN MEXICO,

TILL HE WOKE UP ; IN THE SAME CLOTHES ; ON THE SAME BLOCK,

WIT THE SAME HOES ; NEXT TO THE MAN HE JUST KILLED.

CUZ HE WAS HAMMERED ON PILLS ; AND SHOTS OF TA KILL.

BUT HIS BRAIN WAS DUMB STILL ; CUZ HE WAS WALKIN,

TOWARDS THE RED AND BLUE LIGHTS ; BUT TO HIM IT WAS WHITE.

IT WAS SAD CUZ HIS WIFE ; HIS KID WAS A DYKE,

BOTH STRAYED FROM THE PIPE ; IT WAS STRANGE CUZ HE'S WHITE.

YOU WOULD THINK TWICE ; THAT HE'D BE THE TYPE ; THAT HAVE TO FIGHT.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT.