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OPM - Indie, Volume 8 - Stash Up
Indie, Volume 8
Disc 1
01. Clint Eastwood (album version)
02. It Don’t Matter
03. Three Dimensions (single edit)
04. The Drugs Don’t Work
05. Amazing
06. Drive
07. Little L (single edit)
08. Weapon of Choice
09. Rock the Nation
10. Special K
11. Pace It
12. Get Off
13. Rose Rouge, Part 1
14. Rome Wasn’t Build in a Day
15. No Man’s Woman
16. AM Radio
17. Godless
18. Everything in Its Right Place
19. I Don’t Care What Your Friends Say
20. Much Against Everyone’s Advice
Disc 2
01. The Heretic Anthem
02. Dig
03. Last Resort
04. Stash Up
05. Little Things
06. Lonesome
07. No Cigar
08. Roll On
09. Feed It
10. 40 Boys in 40 Nights
11. All My Best Friends Are Metalheads
12. I Hear You Calling
13. Bartender
14. Charlotte
15. Invisible Wounds (Dark Bodies)
16. Rumba
17. I’m With Stupid
18. Turn Me on “Mr. Deadman” (explicit version)
19. Again & Again
20. Pain
21. Smash It Up
22. Die All Right
23. Don’t Call Me Baby
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

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 waiting too long

To enter into another dimension
Pull the smoke into my lungs and release the tension
And 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

Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

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, genetically defected
Or maybe just slightly misdirected

Murder by numbers, straight undercover
Step into my cypher and you're six feet under
Do a dance and let her know that you're feelin' it
Locked up 'cause you know I was dealin' it

Hydroponic, super bionic
My HK is chrome and my bombs are atomic
Step to the back with your monkey ass
Better take cover 'cause we're ready to blast

Bocka, bocka, bocka, bocka

Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker