Lletres: Mickey Avalon. Low Lifes.

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Crackheads stalking
Loud mouths is talking [x4]

Fuck the bullshit I'm about to get paid
I got mouths to feed and trials to beat
Now turn up your radio and bump da av.
There ain't been none better since [? ] rap shit
I break it down to the real niddy griddy
Show no shame, feel no pity
Pause for the cause we about get busy
Mickey avalon kick up the the inner city
Line after line ain't another that can catch me
Without even trying my shit sound catchy
Me and dirt nasy bumping down the block
Now all you junkies just rock-rock

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Shoot to kill out the coupe deville
Crush the dust and the crumpled up 2 dollar bill
If you looking for a little chitchatter on the phone dial 9767070
It's the get fresh line and it ain't no joke
I revv the gas til the mother fuckin ashpalt smoke
They call me avalon and I'm the best in show
I fill my scripts on weekly trips to mexico
And if there's a problem when I want to go home
I've got a solid gold rol-e for the border patrol
Don't you love to love my baby though
Shes six foot six with testicles

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Feet on the street eyes to the skies
It
Just a kid with a long list of crimes getting high
To forget yesterday for the rest of my life
Avalon take the easy way out every time
At the top of the world with a low sense of pride
Now go tell my momma I'm a die soaking wet
With a beatles record spinng & a needle in my neck
Drapes pulled shut, television fuzz
And cigarette butts in the styrofoam cup
No fam or friends drop by
So [? ] just a plain comp box to drop my body in

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