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probably never happen like this again
I guess it didn't work out for you in the end

It's not designed to make you feel that way, now, baby (oh no)
It's
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson
Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country
Founding fathers
funny
I left it in the living room
Ready to pick up as soon
As I passed through
On the way out to the rendezvous
So the shoebox full of money
Just
you on your cellular phone
There's no way you can hide the won't leave you alone
Cd-rom to Dvd, vinyl Lp to mp3
Welcome to the computer age
You've got
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD

Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
with my private dancin chicks 

They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix (uh-huh) 

Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin in
picking up more people as we go, 
Introverted sad humans, no internal glow. 
We?ve got to keep driving, cars out of our way! 
I?ve got nascent cargo here
a day buzzed
Tripping on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies
Uncles named Larry, that
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my
a Wack Rapper's Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you'll
mess with them shawty
My life real shawty blood sweat and tears shawty
Through out these years I done told 'em how it is shaawty
No mills rap niggas
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and uh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me
crew 

that jumped out this game of crack 

to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map 

and we ain't takin no shorts 

independent
(Trick Daddy) CHORUS: You off the chain with it, 
You do yo' thang with it
The way you talk it when you walkin girl you slang with it
You
K-H-J Los Angeles!
Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings
You can hear the music
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby

Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man.
who got it would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine
were smitten
By the smooth, suave way
Which my initials were written
So they paid no attention
That the scribbled transmission
Read "Imma get outta here,
missin' in
As you're askin' the Lord for guidance
While you ridin' 
Stickin' and movin' slidin' 
In and out the game
Unless you realize you're sprung before
and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No
type in the laptop, quick to spray on
Like crylon, dvd made out of nylon
With the ribbon, kill them with that Larry Bird weapon
Hot now ever since when I
to get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walkin' in style with a portable CD player
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