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Well, den she see me and she ball out
Yo, Jr.Gong, di searching shall end
Where the searching begun

She need a bed room bully who's a real rangatan
She'll take the painting in the hallway,
The one she did in jr. high
And that old lamp up in the attic,
She'll need some light to study by
Whenever this world starts gettin' me down
Holden' me back, makin' me frown
I need some music from guitar Town
Come on play me a country song

George
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
guarded by police
Me tek ten thousand chariots just fi reach

Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief
Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece
Well,
after what pays
These Gabanna sunshades block the sun-rays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
after what pays
These Gabanna sunshades block the sun-rays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day
I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
and pass GO and get the pot of gold
In the MEDITERRANEAN
Met this fly lady, and
She had two lovers
The rich Parker Brothers
On the run from the IRS for
fiend it, baby no way, chill, clever mean it
Gotta be careful, be told, commercial ever seen it
Want a few, I wrote, some ask my cheatin do I know
Not
say 'Wayne on me, Wayne on me' cause yo ass need drizzlin
That pussy came gift-wrapped, bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin
wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cause I'm a player hold the game by the book
wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cause I'm a player hold the game by the book
need bail; she just caught the weed sell
Now the feds on her trail
I just got the email
Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies
Hookin' up my
about what you might have been,
Who needs controlling when they've got the cathode ray?
They've got your fucking soul, now they'll fuse your brains
She was the prom queen, the world was hers
With a wave of her hand, whispered words
Hearts broken by her abilities
Addicted to the sweetness
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!

Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
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Now that we done with all of the nonsense
If you know you ain't a groupie, make some noise

[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she
We really lucky we got 'em, you can spot 'em 
From a distance, now let's just say FOR INSTANCE 
You got a crank gettin' ganked for his bank by some
[ VERSE 1: Everlast ]
Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn
I'm sendin this out to all it may concern
The party master Everlast is here
Before we
away
She tell me about this pain, hoping I'd never experience it
Baby boy love is some serious shit, I pray for change
Eventually it came, like rays
point on, I say we're on for the night 
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice 
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee 
I say, "Please
black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
it they drop it low and split it
Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it
Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy
on, niggaz gon' need some kryptonite/crip-tonite to stop me
Yeah!

Standin' on the top of the Eiffel Tower
Starin' down at New York City
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