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Exoteric, generic Zombie chasin' the care, the fairy on solid ground The members are hound dog, don't bark at the sun This dog eat dog world, she got family to hunt They said time, a month Blunt bitches and booze, I could smoke on a good mood You could squabble on the comets, bitch We are comets All around me, let my sunshine on you Third degree to burn, sting, don't say nothing I warned you, nigga I send little bugs to little bears Money on the combo, siren, solitaire And the king of home The phone is a shark gun, the milk box a possum My letters play dead as they watch from the stock room What's a cocoon, playin' with no kids A bundle of nightsticks, a hurdle of grown men Chess even, breathin' like they god, uh, demented No assentive to act, pretense so, so temptin' To ask, intense and disinterest This verse could've went to Ron, a human New cast that deep in, too black for nothing For that wife, I wrote the matrix 'til we die The God says I'm still alive This God says I'm still alive This God says we're still alive First they stayed on an island for a month, protestin', went to the box, I love to box, the box, I love to box, I ain't had to deal with none of them fake niggas, everybody lie, and we was a gangsta, and everybody was gettin' it and everybody innocent. How could we get it and innocent at the same time? Oh, my god. Then I went to the box all my myself and I was like, "This is great," you know what I'm sayin'! Aus Songtexte Mania