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day
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone 
In love with somebody else
Well
day
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone 
In love with somebody else
Well
day

No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun my babe
No fun 

No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone 
In love with somebody else
Iceland
Ron Simmons
Ron Simmons
Ron, Ron Simmons
Ron Simmons

Damn, your fucking with a pro kid
No triple A I went straight up to the show, kid
Wipe that phony grin of your face!
Who's getting laid by babelicious joys?
They lick my ass in the daily rage
I'm getting paid for using my love-toy
day

No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love
With nobody else

Well,
day

No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love
With nobody else

Well,
day
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone 
In love with somebody else
Well
[Rappin' Ron]
I'm a motherfucking pimp with a street full of prostitutes
(And if a nigga talking shit) Well I'm a gangsta so I gots to shoot
A fake busta
day
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun my babe
No fun 
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone 
In love with somebody else
Well
day

No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun, my babe
No fun
No fun to be alone
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love
With nobody else

Well,
reagan must
(but ron's a trusting sort of guy --
He trusts ed meese
I wonder why? )

The a.m.a. has just got caught
For doin' stuff it shouldn't ought
All
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
Radio style, yeah

She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo?,
Words and Music by Ron Davies

I got something hard on my mind
I got something hard against my mind
I got a gold mine down in my pocket
And you can
and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta
everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defense he told the court 
"It's hard to tell
everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defence he told the court "It's hard to tell
I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Satchel puddin' and Lord God Mose
Sittin' by the fire with a busted nose
That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare
surprised everyone by mistaking a policeman for a postman and tearing his trousers off with his bare teeth. 
In his defence he told the court "It's hard
get em to Florida
Rucka game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin
featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics) 



[WC] 

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it 

Whoever thought, throughout the drama,
love him
Got him 10 grand in one week.

Chorus

[Cam'ron]
Now it's 98 
D-rugs, he payed me well
500 S-E-L
Got me land in A-T-L
It's all swell
Way before
featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics) 



[WC] 

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it 

Whoever thought, throughout the drama,
looking hot 'doe
But you can't play Ron DeVoe
The laid back mack
With mad flow
So, here we go
I got a hottie
With a mad body
Don't chu know
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