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Uh, from the top, Cigar
Odds & Evens, yeah, this is for you
Pick any number, it's for you
'Cause I beat the odds and I'm gettin' even
Yeah, I hope you enjoyin' this album
Yeah, I hope you doin' what you do best
Yeah, and I hope you bangin' your motherfuckin' head right now
Roll your windows up, take a ride
In the sixty-five degree Q-four-five
Blowin' green stuff, bumpin' mean stuff
Mindin' my own, these squares don't mean much
I'm on Adams, I want some J&J's
Home fries, turkey sausage, grits and eggs
A lemonade, now I'm good for the day
Got rehearsal at twelve, gotta bring top shelf
So you know I'm faded when I'm at work
You've been to the shows, that's my best work
Alcoholic pros, network
Los veteranos, experts
This style's crazy, make your chest hurt
Weak hearts feel a spark from the pepper
I spit like a man that you never heard
So if you hear this style again, must be a mockingbird
And you know birds could never ever fuck with lions
It's a small thing to a lyrical giant
Killer California golden bear
Spank Airs, new wears at the best affairs
I don't care where you come from
It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue
Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns
Rest in peace Jeff, Will and Rob One
I don't care where you come from
It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue
Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns
Odds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some
I always filter out the weakness
My triple crown say I won the Preakness
The Belmont and Kentucky Derby
And all the rich chicks in the bleachers
I stay clean 'cause I'm L.A
Puttin' creases in my pants since first grade
Had to wash mom's car every Saturday
Clean your room, vacuum, throw the trash away
Young killers runnin' wild like they got no moms
And if they do, they moms must got some problems
And if she don't, then why all the ghetto violence?
The kids be involved and other brothers dyin'
So me, I just observe with cool silence
Fools play victim to a mighty lion
Play roulette, pick red or black
Odds & Evens any number, pick a bangin' track
Defari bounce back, shit, that nigga never left
Evidence proves what I want I can get
I don't care where you come from
It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue
Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns
Rest in peace Bigga B and Rob One
I don't care where you come from
It don't change, I spit with a ill tongue
Full blown, rhymes hit you like stun guns
Odds & Evens, what the deal? Nigga, pop some
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