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Ins Offene Messer (Jennifer Rostock) · Ins Offene Messer (Jennifer Rostock) · Made in Japan [Japan Bonus Track] (Deep Purple) · Made in the Shade [Made in the Shade Plus] (The Ricochets) · Not Made For Love (Metronomy) · Hip Jazz Bop: Not Your Typical Self Made Man (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Love Me Like I'm Not Made of Stone (Lykke Li) · Not Made For Love (Metronomy) · Not Bad Pretty Good Not Bad (The Porkers) · Not Now, Not Ever (Another Breath) – and 90 other albums »


Made in Japan.
Slippery when wet.
Save this wrapper to dispose of gum.
All sales final, my pet.

Do not write in this space.
Do not cross double
Although the night before you were in my home, my body, my dome
In a circle of passion we Paris, Italy, Japan, Africa, Rome
We made music
We trombone'd
paid the cost

I wanna go
As far as I can go
Just not loco though
Japan and even Tokyo

Yeah broadcasting live to your radiostation
This is Snoop
Juiceman and these diamonds I’m gon' flex
Red chain blue chain
Call my shit So Icey chain
32 Ent. and I made me a stupid chain
Houses by the lake
was played in Germany
France, Japan, Sweden London Italy
So therefore, we had to go on tour
City after city, 'Encore encore, bravo bravo!'
Sorry we
In the 1970's
The OPEC nations began to dominate
The world's oil economy
In the 1980's, Japan became the world's
Number one economic power

In 1989
Being extremely popular in Japan and dedicated to eastern sounds, a se tof infinite versions of him was made available at the European "Japan Fantasies"
Japan they heard of me
It's a murder scene you gon' learn some thangs
My dick name Ron Burgendy
I'm bad news with the pen flute
In a plad suit no can
me? 
By my glock 
Combinin nots 
I got me somebody mad as shit 
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit 
I'm dippin down the street in a sky
to heaven in a Porsche 911
Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem
Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend
Buried like a Pharaoh with my jewelry
I travel the land with the SP in my hand
Rock from New York, London and Japan
It`s time to take command expand to higher lands
P.H. the next man
Deep in your mental 
Flesh'll get your best 
Shoulda made you realize 
I stay thirsty by the flesh 
It'll be test to try me 
Little bit on the front 
In
You can't stop my uniqueness 

Complication altitudes built in compartments 

Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
shit, we made us
The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis
Big's the smart one on the low like Dean Martin
We came in this game, not begging niggas
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,
life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand
But I got
life slippin, this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
his life slippin', this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray
men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
And next
made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in

It be your girl in the parlor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, gettin' her nails
Performed by barbra streisand

Four little angels of peace are we
Loving our neighbors so peacefully
There's really no harm if we do not disarm
For
turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
So when I run out on the porch to tell the homies come and see
with us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about
can, 
We in Japan, 
Smokin' on a beela wit bitch, 
Some niggaz niggaz about they mutha fuckin' riches. 

Yeah, y'all might be high like Willie
the bitch niggas in a song, call it Palm Trees
Not a fan of you if you ain't ever hug my moms, b
Not a fan of niggas that be talkin' where I'm gon' be
Talk