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Body Count Out In The Parking Lot

color Whatever they thought was the reason to do it For every one of those fuckin' police I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot And shoot

on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can

grow like crops Desert boot Clarks wit no socks Parking space killer stay out my lot You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name I take it out

realest don't know what ya dealin I can call bluffs and count cards Dealin with a sane man Jermaine rainman Workin out all the potholes out my gameplan Its a lot

Don't know what ya dealin I can call bluffs and count cards Dealin with a sane man Jermaine rainman Workin out all the potholes out my gameplan It's a lot

don't know what ya dealin with I can call bluffs and count cards Dealin with a sane man Tremaine rainman Workin out all the potholes out my gameplan Its a lot

I'm sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You

black ink blur of a rained-on print-out. i wake up dumbly and stroll through the police line-up of my daily selves; and in the body count of a new day

give a shit. Now move it out. They say that life is tit for tat And that's the way I live So, I deserve a lot of tat For what I've got to give Don't