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The Scene from Collateral (Skit)
Nappy Roots
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Supermarket Mike, check
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Come alive
Alive
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Come alive
Alive
Yeah, what if
I want my 40 acres so bad, there's a shootout
Wild, Wild West, motherfucker, pull your loot out
Surrounded in a room full of goons and a few clowns
It might go down, so you better lace your boots up
Grand Marnier in a tangerine fruit cup
V.I.P. where the bad bitch boot up
Came in deep, country clean in the blue tux
I barely give a damn, so I won't give two fucks
Walkin' dead, it's a monster
Send bulldozers and dump trucks
There's a thousand ways I could die today
But I'm more concerned with gettin' high today, I'm high
Man, we about to take flight
On a one-way trip to the head with a pipe
Dabs on deck with some pink in the Sprite
I don't really drink it, but tonight, I might
You only live once, nigga, live your life
Finger it in a flash, it'll never happen twice
What you gon' do when they cut off the lights? (Let's go)
Flash my shit 'til it light up the night
Molly and stripes, no codeine and Sprite
Four-door coupe, no two-door to fight
Don't run trains, only two hoes a night
Fuck what's cool, only do clothes I like (What you got?)
Ha, fresh kicks, my same old jeans
Ain't been the same since New Orleans
Gotta give it up to them Port Arthur kings
Underground niggas tryna live out they dreams
All my life, I been poor, so I stay country clean
Don't act like I'm rich 'til I bust at the seams
Been plannin' this shit since the age of sixteen
Twenty years later, we still on the scene
From Tacoma to Selma, I hit the loners and themas
From the schoolgirls to the elders
Bring it all together like welders
I'm a back porch O.G. nigga
Got a brown skin chick, so G, nigga
Got a killer with me, low-key nigga
Got a chick close, she got a key with her
I got a bunch of alcoholics, can't keep liquor
If you actin' like a bitch, nigga, eat a Snickers
It don't meet the standards, it don't leave the kitchen
You wanna see the finish? You gon' need the vision
Come up with a plan, nigga, see the mission
Get yourself a team and succeed in business
401K and I need my pension
I'm just talkin' shit, you don't need to listen (Yo)
Come alive
Alive
Come alive
Alive
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From the driveway to the airpo'
From the airpo' to the transpo'
From the transpo' to the dance floor
With that pretty girl with that nice shape
And that tattoo on her ankle
Know it taste like mango
I cannot even get close to the girl
Oh, she not black and she cool with the swirl, aight
If I had wings, I would fly away
Smoked a half a pound, tryna glide today
I might stick around and decide to play
I tried to pack a half an ounce inside the J
Half a pill of Wop got a smile on my face
Old 6 Mile nigga, forty-five on his waist
If I die, there's a half a mil' inside the safe
See you on the other side, fuck this place
Come alive
Alive
Come alive
Alive
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