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to niggaz
Now he can't say hi on the street, big boy

I knew Angie Martinez - 12 o'clock midnight nobody listened to her show
Now she want to rap

[Kool
and save the night
Cause I don't leave
When the morning comes, it doesn't 
Seem to say an awful lot to me

[Repeat: x12]
All alone 

By expressive
call for a backtrack
Gimme that old-time easy listening

Cuddle up, yeah, yeah
12 hours, twice a day
Cuddle up, yeah, yeah
Simmer down
Attaway
Show
Happy Days
Adam-12
Edge Of Night
Love Of Life
Merv and Mike
Good Times
Make A Deal
Charlie's Angels
Family Feud

Feeling so much thinner
And the waves in the sea still absolute blue 
But the horror 

Every single thing I see is a reminder of her 
Never thought I'd curse the day I met her
1,2, 1,2,3 uh
Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do
Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do

Looking forward to seein' you
But it's been such a long,
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
outside the house with my Walkman on
I get so hyped when I hear this song
It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk shit cause it just makes
[scratched]
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the count of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get
one day.
Mm there must have been some magic
 in that old silk hat they found.
Vm for when they placed it on his head,
 he began to dance around.
profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
Bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

This goes for niggas who
that's why I had the blacks do a nine on me

And one day, she'll be on the grind like me
Doin' music, spittin' on the hype like me
Eskigirl sprayin'
the A-1 sound
Ounce by ounce and pound for pound
Got the shit that's out of bounds
The beat's on time and I hope you feel
Nice and complete like a happy
on Happy Days
So yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)
Get on the Groove and don't get left y'all
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)
Get
Battle for your mind
Like Israel and Palastine
Good news there is some hard a** times
No more disses

Repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days of doris'
Battle for your mind like Israel and Palestine
 
Good news in some fuckin' hard ass times
No more disses repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days full
that's why I had the blacks do a nine on me

And one day, she'll be on the grind like me
Doin' music, spittin' on the hype like me
Eskigirl sprayin'
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.

Relent
you or is it Deja Vu?

[Made Men]
Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's
boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price
and sitcoms describe long pages bread in a hotbox wigwam 
Debra tone hit the dish where the teens demonstrate ease in the hot days when she purchase
profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
Bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

This goes for niggas who