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[Chorus:]
Put your hands up
This is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
[Chorus x4]
Check your ass up
Smoke grass up
And if you in the back then you gonna get passed up
Mateo better pass me that bong
The night is short and I've been waitin' too long
To enter into another dimension
Pull the smoke into my lungs
And release the tension
By the way did I happen to mention
How stash operates
So start the dissection
1, 2, Don't forget your crew now
3, 4, Sit facin' the door
5, 6, Never know when it hits
7, 8, It's gonna be too late
[Chorus x4]
Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck mutha-fucka [x2]
Ring the alarm
And now the sound is dying, oh
Ring the alarm
And now the stash is creeping, oh
Psychological
Past diabolical
Encrypted in code biological
Rejected
Generally defected
Or maybe just slightly misdirected
Murder by numbers
Straight undercover
Step into my, and you're six feet under
Do a dance
And let them know that you're feelin' it
Locked up cause you know I was feelin' it
Hydroponic
Super bionic
My H.K.'s, and my bombs are atomic
Step 10 steps back with your monkey ass
Better take cover cause we're ready to blast
Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
Cause I don't give a fuck mutha-fucka [x8]
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