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be at the helm High at the Oregon House Bobby be , Saint Vicious, D-Loc and I'm Daddy X Saying work hard, play hard, and stay hard Oh and a one more
play, So what is it you have to say?" He said, "Mary, marry me. We could live out by the sea Like they do on the movie screen Oh, marry me, Mary May
bobby I just wanna play, So what is this you have to say? He said, Mary, marry me. We could live out by the sea Like they do on the movie screen.
stray No foul play, no foul play Want them of love all the way, and no foul play Want them of love and not the negative way RZA want no drive-by car,
daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play She said mama I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA The note said Mrs Johnson you're
her do the things she's never done Feeling like Phil when I make the play Everything will be a-okay Now I think about man as long as I keep doing
hated the pool, man So I tried to play Kotter and make things cool And I said, ?Just let him smell you, hold out your hand? He reached it on out and then
of fate, Your future stands upon the prow Your past drowns in the wake. What chance is there for sanity When madness takes the helm, And steers you
Girl, the only thing that matters in my life, Is that I'm down for you and treat you right You've got no cause to treat me cold as ice Oh, girl
Rooks get tooken by the Knight Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap With raw moves in a time where
the things she had to say She said, "I'd like to address This meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A." Now there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there And seven times
play the back But the way you treat me, girl, is like a heart attack I'm real troop trooper and with all the times That you were by my side diggin'
post but you play me close If I want to drink up you won't even toast Girl, I work so hard for you from 9 to 5 So you could have the finer things in
thing YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick Yo, yo And get this done Verse One: Killah Priest When you're sexually
you is not iffy I always want you with me I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney If you smoke, I'll smoke too That's how much I'm in love with you
the road more than properly They can't do it like we They can't do it like my donnies If you get stopped by police Tell them that it's only broccoli
at the record plant The record plant? Yeah Oh, bobby sherman records here I just love bobby sherman and david cassidy Do you know david cassidy? No, i... Have you
through the body of this youngun' Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and your coming to The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm All the goods
Bobby and you play Whitney (All long) If you smoke I smoke too That's how much I'm in love with you Crazy is what crazy do Crazy love I'm a crazy fool
East Oakland, yeah, that's right Oakland, California, West Coast life You either play the game or you smoke the pipe I became a rapper at the age
"Moving up!" "East Oakland, yeah that's right" (Repeat 4x) Oakland, California, West Coast life You either play the game or you smoke the pipe I
the army now A hierarchy of hazing Partly a comrade, partly a play thing Heart with a place for the guard Who execute grace with a X-ed out face Still,
by, your back get a chill Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skills I spit like a semiautomatic to the grill Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me,
tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk fly You can't Etcha-sketch
licking all the boy talk, Well I feel like that song by Bobby McFerrin No worries 'cause everything cool No school, no rules, just jump in the pool