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odd look - sts lyrics

[verse sts]
shout out my boy [biko?] one point cinco
grams in the blunt before i hit you with the lingo
i be’s to bear one like guru’s to primo
do this for my n-gga, hope you rest in peace tino
gl-ss full of pinot, pocket full of c-notes
rolling marijuana, got these b-tches on a ski slope
ya’ll don’t understand how it feels to be me though
trying to get the world to scream gold like me, hoe
so we go where n-ggas can’t go because of p.o
renaissance n-ggas like langston and baldwin
[and dinner time??] n-gga ballin’, spaulding
catch a beat running like rawlin, darling
trouble now, double down buddy bet sh-t
say i sound like booty brown, and fitting to catch a fat lip
matter fact this is the pharcyde, welcome to the dark side
boy you better slide down or raise [[board park slide???]]
face first, [race??] is what they throwing at me
build it from the ground like a ch-ssis, -sses
i don’t give a f-ck nor do i give too many p-sses
whoopin’ -ss n-ggas call me [cashin’?]
outcl-ss n-ggas, call me fascist
hit the ground running, wasn’t trying to be the fastest
[?] at a time i’m trying to reach the m-sses
as the world turn, burn herbs into ashes
with [?] in my gl-sses

[bridge]

[verse 2 sts]
my n-gga [?] hit me and he asked me
i could sing some sh-t to make these mother f-cking b-st-rds
recognize that i be k!lling n-ggas, bring a casket
stretch a mother f-cker, we ain’t playing with elastic
i ain’t never mask it, you must not be listening
gold rush iii, it’s time n-gga paid attention
caddy on the grill, that my flow is an extension
riding this beat if you can feel the suspension, engine
closer to the top that’s essential
stacks in the ceiling like a dope boy pension
bars on deck, straight shots no sippin’
b-tches know the rev hard c-ck co pimping
life is hard knock, well my block is no different
voted for barrack, hope loaded in a smiff n’ wessun
lesson, second amendment
i ain’t never cower to a n-gga or contentment
[conviction?] is a [?]
doobie no lighter
k!lling rappers, only way to light my fire
roll another, mother f-cker’s only getting higher
he only said it cause he trying to inspire
don’t need help rapping, i’m p-ss out flyers
tell everybody, saying words to the wire
on my way to hollywood, word to mariah
she and slim shorty out late burning tires
[?][?]

[bridge]

- sts lyrics

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