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Big Boi
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Fo' Your Sorrows
This is the dope on dope Smoke but don't choke on, it's the shit Clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's, the bomb
For those who think life is unfair 'Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standing there Then I'll roll one tonight Fo' your sorrows
In my chair As I sit back smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight Fo' your sorrows
Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine, I believe
Back to the rhymin', back to the stick Back to the hi-hat, tsk-tsk kick Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it We everywhere (Biatch)
Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead Best believe I'll change the steeds
Take the lead, change the speed Slow it down just for the sport Nigga, one of my favorite rappers Happens to be Too $hort
Now everybody wanna sell dope (Sell dope) Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (Nope)
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On a roll back in nineteen eighty four (Eighty four)
For those who think life is unfair 'Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standing there Then I'll roll one tonight Fo' your sorrows
Just to let you know that everything is straight I says thank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin' with a great Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste Kill yourself
Like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are 75% of our youth reading magazines?
'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing 'Member when the levee scream made the folks evacua-eez Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
When we shoutin' Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean I mean it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds B-I-G B-O-I, nigga, please
For those who think life is unfair 'Cause I blow my smoke in the air As if no one is standing there Then I'll roll one tonight Fo' your sorrows
In my chair As I sit back smiling from ear to ear With a fistful of your girlfriend
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