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The McCalmans

but he wants it like a brother
Three hours later he crawls out on his knees
She's laughing loud 'cause he's calling for his mother

your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10-9-8-7-6-5-4
3-2-murder 1 lyrics at your door
by 75%

Inaugural Trams
Inaugural Trams

They say the future of cement is set in stone.
We could proclaim a republic
with a sound check 

Yea  now what about that dope stuff 

Alright now  gimme an 8 0 (8 0  8 0  8 0) 


Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh 

my master plan
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Here's the number you can hit me on
When you call, ask for Mike Jones
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero
three, four, five, six, seven, eight, 
Nine, dek, el, 
Doh. Dek and el being two entirely new signs 
Meaning ten and 
Eleven. Single digits! And his
The shipping forecast issued by the met office
At 0130 on Sunday the 31st of December

There are warnings of gales in all areas except Trafalgar
Girl you know I'm not free

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Come on let me hit it again
Come on let me sing it again
Won't pretend
Can't be
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin' but love for this
reclining, I'm acting bad on all you hoes
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Swishahouse, Swisha
a fast break
Avalanche pass by, Chevelle that's a fast break
74' Oldsmo' shawty that's a fast break

Fast break, fast break
V6 I never bought
read it? 

Over and out, movin with swift celsius, I melted him down 

Jet movin up, level seven seven six oh 

with Darth Vader and 3P0 

Flew in this morning on the 8-0-5
Had a couple of hours to spare.
I wanted to see the hometown again
It'd been years since I was there.
A taxi
to the street
And keep my hands real close to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We see now us by

Rapid transit, be moving too fast 
You better get up off
nigga's yellin' mayday
Payday, soon as the red dots connect
Off that haze and that 'dro, that Cali sticky icky
Strictly 2-1-3, 8-1-8, 3-2-3
3-1-0, we
fuck with the nine and the 380? 

I blow a niggas ass to hell that's why I bust so deep
I pack a fuckin' 3-8-0 up in my motherfuckin' sleep
Classique mais à quel niveau? 2-0-0-2 Wiley Eskimo 

Yeuz plissés dans l'blizzard comme des esquimaux 
Hameçon, canne-à-pêche, igo, esquimaux 
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
Everybody N 2 Gether now
Shut the fuck up!
What? What?

It was over your head all day every day
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
day every day 
Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp 
Gotta know the time 
Gotta know to rhyme 
It ain't easy bein
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
[Lil' Rob]
Hey Wuz Up, Lil' Rob and Shadow The Mayhem Click
Comin' at you once again, let the Mayhem begin

[Mr. Shadow]
Que Hubole 2-0-3 otravez en
gettin' ready to turn this shit
To the two and three zeros you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin' backwards
Have everything goin' haywire
That's my word
We gettin ready to turn this s*** to the two and three zeros

Ya know what I'm sayin
Have all the clocks goin backwards