| One time, the icp with this shit
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| For you and your boys to say «fuck yeah"to
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| Yo, g, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
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| Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck
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| Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of md Straight passed-out on his mother’s bed
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| With seven cans of brew going through my head
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| Dreaming, i was sipping on faygo
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| With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado
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| Huh, i can’t run no where
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| Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)
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| And don’t laugh just yet
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| And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet
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| And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
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| With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
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| Yo, i gotta grip on my weapon
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| Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
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| «oh my, look at the witch
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| You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch»
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| And they saying that i’m doomed
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| Cuz i killed some ho that rides on a broom
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| Fuck this, i’m going back to where i stay
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| And i walking down the yellow brick alleyway
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| Interlude (contains samples from «wizard of oz"and «ghetto zone»)
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| Well, go on motherfucker!
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| Now i’m roaming just like basshead
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| Everybody know just where the alley led
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| And don’t say you don’t know
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| Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
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| I ain’t playing this bullshit no more
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| So i whip out the nigger play the double-four
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| Best tell my ass how to get back
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| Or i’ll blow the straw out your fucking head
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| You wanna see the wizard?
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| Fuck yeah, i do Get me off this pole and i’ll come with you
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| You know the wiz
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| Yeah, its the road for him
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| Then he gave me on a 'gene
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| Now i gotta bullet for him
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| So me and the crow was walking on bricks
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| Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
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| Thinking, damn, this ain’t how the movie goes
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| I ain’t seen one motherfucking rainbow
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| Ain’t a fresh pair of kicks in the land
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| Just what you thought, there go the tin man
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| How to get to the wizard?
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| What the fuck
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| I ain’t saying shit until you oil me up
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| I don’t see any motherfucking oil, bro
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| Oil me up with a forty of red bull
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| Huh, just like the book said
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| Tin man was stumbling like a crackhead
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| Old-ass rusted out metal
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| But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto
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| «somewhere over the rainbow»
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| (shut the) fuck up, bitch
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| Damn, this ain’t kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch
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| So pick your skank ass up And you and toto get the fuck on Yeah, we’ve come a long way
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| Drop the motherfuckers all the way to del ray
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| And i’m a wonder land story book tourist
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| Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest
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| Anything could be out there
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| Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
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| Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x)
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| I’m a kick somebody in they fuckin’eye
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| Don’t fuck with me at a time like this
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| I’ll send out a bullet guarenteed won’t miss
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| So i just move and the hooks are flying
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| You’ve come and buck with the fucking lion
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| I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
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| Or what?
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| Or i’m a let this nine unfold
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| Man, fuck this, come back to del ray
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| There you can rob motherfuckers any day
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| Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
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| Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah)
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| So finally we was at the castle
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| And with the guards, we got no hastle
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| They all just got the fuck out our way
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| I guess even in oz they know of violent j Interlude
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| Yo, where’s the motherfucking wizard stay
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| Who wants to know? |
| violent-psychopath-j
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| I wanna word with him at gun point
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| Cuz there’s no place like detroit
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| Welcome to the wizards kingdom
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| The wizard of the ghetto as its said
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| Welcome to the wizards kingdom
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| Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you’ll stay
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| Scarecrow, you ain’t shit to me And the lion ain’t shit but a snack for three
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| Tin man, don’t take me for a sucker
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| I’ll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker
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| We let it rain,
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| Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain
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| Then i stepped back cool and calm
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| Cuz the tin man was dropping cluster bombs
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| Everybody know about car jacking
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| So me and the fellas went home macking
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| Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
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| Drop top geo says «wiz"on the side
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| Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
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| And that shit was fun
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| Next thing i knew i was back at the party
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| Got up and was finning to tell everybody
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| But i just let it pass
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| Cuz i know they’ll laugh at my drunk ass |