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all over rootie,.....
A-wop-bop-a-loo-lop a-lop bam boo

I got a gal, named Daisy...

Annotated & Submitted by Leon Sanchez
chezzy2@yahoo.com
all over rootie,.....
A-wop-bop-a-loo-lop a-lop bam boo

I got a gal, named Daisy...

Annotated & Submitted by Leon Sanchez
chezzy2@yahoo.com
I missed you at your daddy's place
I missed you at your uncle's place
I went to your sister's and she said I missed you by a day
Me
and stole
That just let me know they know
That was Lupe #1 now this version #4
And I still feel like a virgin me versus the globe
From the surface
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill

Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill

Peaked at # 2 in 1951
Competing versions
epic-length text to song from, it was necessary to make some minor concessions, firstly, that every version I have at home of the text is translated somewhat
and velcro black shoes
and elbows that move in a way that makes space
I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical
the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When
at first fuckin' with studio virgins
To purge the wack, I download the upgraded version
Now performin' our percussion 
Constructed up by the Persian
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list 
Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution 
They play their caps backwards still
Any man against the master plan can fuck with craters!

[Chorus x 1 1/2]
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track,
listen, that's the words to live by
Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye
90059, nigga, here's why

I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
it's worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the surface and the version that you know and hold is not right
Hahaha, man I oughta just laugh
like tycoon, we all shine 
While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street 
Watch how honey in the Lex do it 
I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it
by. The constant stare. The constant grip inside. Every organ grinding. 
Every day seems easier until I step back in our box. Boxed in. 
Surrounded by
and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
The new news is
and never dine alone, meanwhile back at sea level it was home by home zone for zone, bloom county's homeless riot for home ownership, I hope you put gas in
by life, while suffocating inside a poor version of one. Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing.
Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress.
like tycoon, we all shine 
While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street 
Watch how honey in the Lex do it 
I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it
Electric charge comin' from the mainframe
I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks

My every little step set in a star,
Retina Scarred;
keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood
and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
don't go snatchin my wine
to the shopping carts of all hard-working families
Electric doodads and wizard hats [exist] to keep the munchkins entertained
But get replaced by newer versions