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Tamia - Hide Da Pain lyrics
[Chorus]
 I smoke the weed trying to hide the pain
 Spendin all my time, smoke my life away
 You can feel it inside, take a look in my eyes
 Can you feel the pain
 Mary Mary, take my pain away
 With struggle in time, spittin all over my face
 Take a look in my eyes, don't you dear look away
 Mary Jane maintains, tryin to heel my pain
 [Romero New Mexico Lobo]
 Kickin in the door with the double dawg pumped
 Shot gun trucha comin in people screamin
 And pushin and shovin I'm buggin I'm thugin and muggin
 Showin no love to you and my cousin now what [shut the fuck up]
 Bringin heat like an oven they call me no good for nothin
 I'm always huffin and puffin about to get into some thin
 And if you startin I'm jumpin in the Clika I'm bumpin it
 New Mexico Lobo I ain't the fool to be fuckin wit
 Ignitin like dynamite my beat is automicly
 An automatic ak-47 ain't no stoppin me
 Got the chronic got a problem G
 I'm Romero like rufetho I'ma always be on top of things
 I put the chronic in the bowl take a mothafuckin pull
 Like a mothafuckin fool like a mystery know who
 I'm a lobo I'm a rebel I'm an angel I'm a devil
 I'ma norte I'ma sur on the eastside of the west
 If you wish me all the best, I'ma keep you in the chest
 See you see me all depressed, see you see me smokin stress
 See you see a lobo blessed I was never nothin more I was never nothin less
 Put my life on the beat comin live from the streets I'ma fill me up a drink
 Take a toast to the very up most gettin weeded til I'm comatoast
 Mary Mary all I needed I'm a get you blown home grown
 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'ma hit on the drop, hold it in, let it out, I'm so mothafuckin high
 That I'm bleedin from the mouth, wrap my tongue up on the mic
 I'ma smoke away my life tryin to hide from the pain
[Chorus]
 [Bad Boy]
 Smokin some weed on the daily waiting for the death says
 Since the 80's, I lived in a crib full of babies
 Left in the dark was a spark in the park 
 Walkin with a strap, with no where to go, Mary
 Mary Jane, helped me to ease the pain
 And maintain the gank to stay game
 Started hustlin the dope to change and make thangs 
 Stop fuckin with the hoes, get up and get paid, homie
 Get made, I got me a weapon to spray, I was lost for a day 
 Walkin the street with a 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 and a gang I would kill for
 Takin my bull shit to the grave
 Nothin but 7 0 2 blues, troops in a 82 Coup Duece
 Gotta move, my attitude's screwed
 Gotta get me some weed to get me through
 Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit
 It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part 
 For my dreams to come true [Say it again]
 Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shitTamia - Hide Da Pain - http://motolyrics.com/tamia/hide-da-pain-lyrics.html
 It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part
 For my dreams to come true
[Chorus]
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 From Tropicana to Bonanza
 I'm attackin mothafuckas like certain form of deadly cancer
 With a handgun throwin tamtrums
 When I go more then a day without talkin to samson
 Like Halfbaked, I'm smokin at a fast pace
 On a mothafuckin blunt of that California Skunk
 In an instance so you know I'ma 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 dodn'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 then what you can read in a book
 Chasin skirts and buyin new shirts and puttin D's on your shit
 I come equipt with a full 380 calibur 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
 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 even see the sun dawnin
 Infact I'm pissed off when I wake up
 Because I lived to see the mornin
 Fuck it hits longer then a cigerette
 I live my life by the second with no regret
 Like Rodney I swear I get no respect
 From this dumb mothafuckas before they get checked
 On their chins, now they chasin death
 Fuck runnin from it I feel haunted by the general public
 They love critizin people like me who stay blunted
 Chain smoke and drink liquor all night livin toxic
[Chorus]
 [Ese Brown]
 Ese Brown steppin in with the Click and we already in the game
 Loco to the brain comin with the gang bang
 Voco it's the mothafuckin local boys
 Makin noise with your homie boys, Clika 1 up in their low toys
 And we're makin more noise like hood niggas in a rolls royace
 Only becomin a street voice, spit the rhyme wit the gangsta poise
 And my closest homeboys are criminal minded wit no choice
 Take a tok and get the fuck out, spillin your guts out
 No heart no doubt, I'm in the Caddy gettin smoke out
 With the loks on, and I'm probably coked out
 Should I bring out with the gun shot shit 
 Why not, never listen to words in my verses
 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 1 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
[Chorus]








