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    "Hide Da Pain" Lyrics

    Clika One

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    I'm high as a motherfucker
    Just gonna smoke my whole life away

    Chorus: G Money
    I smoke the weed
    Tryin' to hide the pain
    Spendin' all of my time
    Smoke my life away
    You can feel it inside
    Take a look at my eyes
    Can you
    Feel the pain
    Mary, mary, take my pain away
    We struggle in time
    It's written all on my face
    Take a look at my eyes
    Don't you dare look away
    Mary jane to maintain
    Tryin' to
    Heal my pain

    [Verse 1: Romero]
    Kickin' in the door with the double dawg, pump
    Shotgun, trucha, comin' in, people screamin'
    And pushin', I'm shovin', I'm buggin', I'm thuggin', I'm muggin'
    Showin' no lovin' for you, where my cousin, now what (SHUT THE FUCK UP)
    Bringing heat out the oven, they call me No-Good-For-Nothin'
    I'm always huffin' and puffin', about to get into somethin'
    And if you stompin', I'm jumpin' in, the Clika, I'm bumpin' it
    New Mexico Lobo, ain't the fool to be fuckin' with
    Igniting like dynamite, my beat is atomically
    Your automatic AK-47, ain't no stoppin' me
    Got the chronic, got it proper, G
    I'm Romero, like (???), I'm a always be on top of things
    I put the chronic in the bowl, take a motherfuckin'
    Pull, out the motherfuckin' fool like a mystery (Know who?)
    I'm a lobo, I'm a rebel, I'm a angel
    I'm a devil, on the norte, on the sur, on the east side and the west
    If you wish me all the best, I'm a keep you in the chest
    See, you see me on the press, see, you see me smokin' stress
    See, you see a loco blessed
    I was never nothin' more, I was never nothin' less
    Put my life on the beat, comin' live from the streets
    Time to fill me up a drink, take a toast to the very upmost
    Gettin' weeded til I comatoast
    Mary, mary
    All I weeded, I'm a get you blown
    Home blown
    All my road dawgs know
    That I give it all I got
    Always blowin' out the spot, 4:20 on the dot
    Time to fire up a crop
    Everybody puffin' on it when I'm blazin' up the chronic non-stop
    So I'm a hit it on the drop, hold it in, let it out
    I'm so motherfuckin' high, that I'm bleedin' from the mouth
    Wrap my tongue up on the mic
    I'm a smoke away my life
    Tryin' to hide from the pain

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 2: Bad Boy]
    Smokin' weed on the daily
    Waiting til Death says
    Since the eighties, I lived in the crib full of babies
    Left in the dark, was the spark, in the park
    Walkin' with a strap, with nowhere to go, Mary
    Mary Jane
    Helped me to
    Ease the pain
    To maintain the gank, to take gain, start hustlin'
    The dope, to change, to make thangs
    Stop fuckin' with them hoes, get up, and get paid, homie
    Get made
    I got me a weapon to spray
    I was lost for a day
    Walkin' the streets with some heat and some hay
    And ended up
    Locked in a cage like a slave
    Caught in a daze
    "Funny as fuck," you could say
    I got out and got blazed
    Took a turn, lookin' up
    How to change
    Was tellin' a Bad Boy
    Not to play, but
    Mary Jane, along with the nuts to get brave
    And the hopes to get saved
    Got me a name in the gang I would kill for
    Takin' my bullshit
    To the grave
    Nothin' but 702 blues, troops
    In the '82 Coup deuce, gotta move
    My attitude, screwed
    Gotta get me some weed to get me through (Fuck that shit up, dawg)

    Hook: Bad Boy
    Smokin' with nothin' to do
    Writin' and rappin' and shit
    There ain't nothin' new
    Livin' and waitin' til death do us part
    For my dreams to come true

    [Bad Boy]
    Say it again

    Repeat Hook

    [Bad Boy]
    Smoke some

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 3: Doc Well]
    From Tropicana to Bonanza
    I'm attackin' motherfuckers
    Like some brand form of deadly cancer
    With a handgun
    Throwin' tantrums whenever I go
    More then a day without
    Talkin' to Samson, like Half Baked
    I'm smokin' at a fast pace
    On a motherfuckin' blunt of that California skunk
    In an instance, so you know I'm a get stuck
    And you're gonna get struct
    Cause I'm drunk and don't give a fuck, roll another
    I'm already done with the first
    You don't really feel the pain, you just pretend that it hurts
    You haven't the slightest idea on how the planet works
    There's way more to life than what you can read in a book
    Chasin' skirts
    Rockin' new shirts and put D's on your shit
    I come equipped with a full .380 caliber clip
    You ain't gotta be a doctor to see that I'm sick
    A bitch ain't gotta know I'm rappin' to get on the dick
    But it sure as fuck helps
    Especially when I'm locked up
    In the county with no money for bail
    I'm Don Well, I rock well, my eternal restin' place is hell
    So I don't care to play fair
    Fuck the world and everybody on it
    I'm so God damn bored with life that I'm yawnin'
    I don't see the new sun dawnin'
    In fact I'm pissed off
    When I wake up cause I lived to see the mornin'
    Fuck it, I hit longer than a cigarette
    I live my life by the second with no regret
    Like Rodney
    I swear I get no respect
    From these dumb
    Motherfuckers til they get checked
    On their chin
    Now, chasin' death
    Fuck runnin' from it
    I feel haunted by the general public
    Another critizin' people like me who stay blunted
    Chase smoke and drink liquor all night, livin' toxic

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 4: Brown]
    Ese Brown, steppin' in, with the Click
    And we already in the game, loco to the brain
    Comin' with the gangbang
    Vocals, it's the motherfuckin'
    Local boys, out makin' noise with your homeboys
    Clika One up in their low toys
    Now we're makin' more noise
    Like hood niggas in a Rolls Royce
    Only becomin' a street voice, spit the rhyme
    With the gangsta poise and my closest homeboys
    Are criminal minded with no choice, take a toke
    And get the fuck out, struck out, spillin' your guts out
    No heart, no doubt, I'm in the Caddy, gettin'
    Smoked out
    With the locs on
    And I'm probably coked out, should I bring 'em out
    With the gun shot (Shit)
    Why not
    Never listen to words in my verse, since I was cursed
    To be the worst from the first day
    The vato bursted
    From the bullets I gave him in the
    First place
    Never disrespect the name
    Clika One to the brain, same things
    With the Mary Jane to maintain
    Fuck the shame, I'm gonna swallow the pain
    To the brain
    With the 40 bottle exchange (Bullets are hollow)
    We ain't promised tomorrow
    So why bother
    Crooked paths are hard to follow
    When street life is hard to swallow (Light that shit up)

    Repeat Chorus

    [G Money]
    I smoke the weed
    Tried to hide my pain
    You can feel it
    Take a look
    Can you take a look
    Whoa, no
    Mary, Mary, take my pain away
    I feel it inside
    Take a look
    Mary Jane to maintain
    Heal my pain
    You will all light a toke
    To fix my body
    Can you, heal my pain
    Can you feel me, feel me, yeah
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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