Lyrics Odds and Evens - Defari
(Intro)
Uh,
from
the
top
Cigar
Odds
& Evens,
this
is
for
you
Pick
any
number,
it's
for
you
Cause
I
beat
the
odds
And
I'm
gettin'
even
Yeah,
I
hope
you
enjoyin'
this
album
Yeah,
I
hope
you
doin'
what
you
do
best
And
I
hope
you
bangin'
your
motherfuckin'
head
right
now
(Defari)
Roll
yours
windows
up
Take
a
ride
in
a
65
degree
Q4-5
Blowin'
green
stuff,
bumpin'
mean
stuff
Mindin'
my
own,
these
squares
don't
mean
much
I'm
on
Adams,
I
want
some
J
& J's
Home
fries,
turkey,
sausage,
grits,
and
eggs
A
lemonade,
now
I'm
good
for
the
day
Got
rehearsal
at
12:
00,
gotta
bring
top
shelf
So,
you
know
I'm
faded
when
I'm
at
work
You've
been
to
the
shows,
that's
my
best
work
Alkaholik
pro's
- network
Los
veteranos,
experts
This
style's
crazy,
make
your
chest
hurt
Weak
hearts
feel
a
spark
from
the
pepper
I
spit
like
a
man
that
you've
never
heard
So
if
you
hear
this
style
again,
must
be
a
mockingbird
And
you
know
birds
could
never
ever
fuck
with
lions
It's
a
small
thing
to
a
lyrical
giant
Killa
California
Golden
Bear
Spank
Air's,
new
wear's
at
the
best
affairs
(Chorus)
I
don't
care
where
you
come
from
(It
don't
change)
I
spit
wit
a
ill
tongue
(Full
blown)
Rhymes
hit
ya
like
stun
guns
Rest
in
peace
Jeff,
Will,
and
Rob
One
I
don't
care
where
you
come
from
(It
don't
change)
I
spit
wit
a
ill
tongue
(Full
blown)
Rhymes
hit
ya
like
stun
guns
Odds
& Evens,
what
the
deal
nigga?
Pop
somethin'
(Defari)
I
always
filter
out
the
weakness
My
Triple
Crown
sound
won
a
Preakness
The
Belmont
and
Kentucky
Derby
And
all
the
rich
chicks
in
the
bleachers
I
stay
clean
cause
I'm
L.A
Puttin'
creases
in
my
pants
since
first
grade
Had
to
wash
mom's
car
every
Saturday
Clean
your
room,
vacuum,
throw
the
trash
away
Young
killers
runnin'
wild
like
they
go
no
mom
Ain't
if
they
do
their
mom
must
got
some
problems
And
if
she
don't,
then
why
all
the
ghetto
violence?
The
kids
be
involved
and
other
brothas
dyin'
So
me,
I
just
observe
with
cool
silence
Fools
play
victim
to
a
mighty
lion
Play
Roulette,
pick
red
or
black
Odds
& Evens,
any
number,
pick
a
bangin'
track
Defari
bounce
back,
shit
that
nigga
never
left
Evidence
proves,
what
I
want
I
can
get
(Chorus)
I
don't
care
where
you
come
from
(It
don't
change)
I
spit
wit
a
ill
tongue
(Full
blown)
Rhymes
hit
ya
like
stun
guns
Rest
in
peace
Bigga
B
and
Rob
One
I
don't
care
where
you
come
from
(It
don't
change)
I
spit
wit
a
ill
tongue
(Full
blown)
Rhymes
hit
ya
like
stun
guns
Odds
& Evens,
what
the
deal
nigga?
Pop
somethin'
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