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Zip Codes 'n Time Zones

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Clockwork Gray

98

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[Hook: Blaze] Zip codes, time zones Every other day a different state But the juggalo love remains the same [Verse 1: Blaze] Everywhere I go I get love with occasion no mean mugs But like me some of them killas ain't nothing But straight up street thugs and bustin' caps As a product I was raised like this short tick of a clock So I dance on a 12 gauge and blaze up like the song say Do you feel like they come at you the wrong way? Come and let's the bullets sway I killed them haters so only love will exist This is all I have and on my time is invested in this [Hook x2: Blaze] Zip codes, time zones Every other day a different state But the juggalo love remains the same [Verse 2: Violent J] Everytime I wake up, I take a risk of being killed Everytime I sleep though I may suffocate up in my pillow But there's haters in the woodwork jelous of my success Mad, cause I help make scrubness kinda fresh And the love we get is so much stronger than the hatred for us It's scrictly family love waitin' at them backstage doors Our people are like underground mafia network of ninjas From the cactus juice coctails at campfires in the Carolina's To the wet streets of London or behind the titty bar Getting high with some juggalos and their funny ass looking car This shit cannot be removed, these times are forever stored You hate me's cause you're moppin' floors while I'm rockin' tours Quit tryin' bitch [Hook x2: Blaze] Zip codes, time zones Every other day a different state But the juggalo love remains the same [Verse 3: Blaze & (Violent J)] (I was runnin' with my hatchet down at beach in Orlando See some juggalos cookin' scrimp in their sandal) I was runnin' with the hatchet on the shores of Seattle Juggalos bumpin' DL making the floor rattle (I was deep in the smoky mountains and ran out of gas Some juggalos came through even gave me few blunts out of his stash) I was hanging out in Wooster, chillin' at the bay Had too much to drink and lette drove me to the car The road is my home, sometimes it feels that way Rollin' on in tour bus for months and weeks, I can't complain They show me love in every state Like one of the greatest is my time And on the ?C/sea? puttin' it down since 99 (eastside!) I hope you understand I do this for you When you ment to ride, to bump, to smoke, to come To drink your fill and pick you up or let if you want to It's all love [Hook x2: Blaze] Zip codes, time zones Every other day a different state But the juggalo love remains the same [Verse 4: Blaze & (Violent J)] Ridin' through AZ stoppin' at 10P Met a juggalo in the compton now I'm in southern Cali (Passing through the town of Chicago I hit the dark streets Listen at the darkest hour here I'm bumpin' our beats) Out in New York city they'll be runnin' with the hatchet Seen a juggalo rollin' blunts you know I had to match it (High up in Colorado, mountains of the river With 5 lettes naked all fucking and cooking dinners) [Hook x4: Blaze] Zip codes, time zones Every other day a different state But the juggalo love remains the same
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