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claim to fame

Once at a party, my dentist accidentally
Sneezed on Russell Crowe
I posted first in the comments
On a YouTube video
I tried to sit by Steve
and prone to combustion
They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian

I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
Written by: Steve Rice


I know I missed you party again,

I?ve always had trouble being the man that you want me to be

And I know you wore that
Written by: Steve Rice


I know I missed you party again,

I?ve always had trouble being the man that you want me to be

And I know you wore that
by the road side 
And it's a long way to go 
Well I'll carry you
If you'll carry me 
Carry me 
Carry me friend 
Well I'll carry you
on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard
tour bus
Y'all hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me
to party like we jus' got home,
A let's get stoned,
Like Fred Flintstone, 
I gotta partna' named barney and he keep me in the zone,
The whole club
and vandalizin' her curls
Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out
Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over
wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball
Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I'm a tuck her
Tuck her like D. Lawrence that's my word like, word like
can flow then you can ask E-Swift
If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing

[PMD]
I
honey honey and we real bad ass

You know we got panache we gettin' mad cash
Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash
I spit sonic gas
So these are circumstances
Leading to my sorry tale
I was in a town I didn't know
I'd arrived there by rail
It all began a week before -
diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls
Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out
Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stout
I step
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table

Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
(Jane, stop this crazy thing!) [x2]

She was this girl that I know named Jane
She used to be cool, now the girl's insane
Now all Jane does is
to show what time it is 
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E.Fresh and Slick Rick 
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit 

I mean I saw this
and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we've flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve
started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
it slow
It's bullshit by design, we're about to blow your mind

I ain't no Steve McQueen
I'm like a dead pop star in a magazine
I'm really one last
my house and an antelope
Been round the world, doing jet, Steve Angello
Rockin' white gold, pink gold and the yellow
Word to Dizzee man, I used