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Special Ed - The Bush lyrics
Brooklyn, New York, Flatbush to be specific Is the topic of the composition, so people, if it Offends, I recommend you get off, you soft tush Come down, come around to the Bush, the Bush Live in the Bush, Flatbush, that is the place Where I rest with the blessed, don't jest, it is a waste To try, you might die, so I abort the mission Try to fight, you might end up in critical condition Cause we don't take shorts, not here, not in the Bush And if you wanna get around, you gotta know how to push The boys make noise and the girls be slappin curls out the head Try to fight back, black, you get dead In the Bush The Bush We got the brothers with the heads in dreads On the corners like pigeons Smokin marijuana but it's their religions We got the others on the pipe tip Goin on the flight trip Soon on the toon, your mother will right-grip Basin up the world, chasin up the girls The fire got too high till you're facin up your curls Now you're burned, learned your lesson Stop messin with the crack, black, cause now look how you're dressin Chokin and totin on the pipes and the woolers While the dealers are your friends with the Benz plus medullahs And rings, they're kings because of what they push And they're part of the heart in the Bush, the Bush I'm Special Ed, and yes, I'm takin it all The school that I attend is Ersamus Hall Live in Flatbush, yes, I'm on No, I'm not a god, but my word is bond I got the knowledge, wisdom, understandin Not fussy, but demandin No, I'm wise, understand Mess with me, I break your hand Stop your heart, take your breath With the diagnose of death Remove your brain from your skull Make ya dumb, make ya dull-acapo |
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