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This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that This time, made up my mind, on my grind On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback Four by four
clothes Coke prices up and down like six-fours Just 'cause I'm fly like a helicopter The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers Minus
Six, six, six, Dunkin' Donuts A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's Extra jalapenos on the side And a case of Asahi Dry I wish to speak with
dancing Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it's George Strait 'til real late
really want Drive out to the boondocks And park down by the creek And where it's George Strait Real late dancing cheek to cheek Ain't going down 'Til
hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's sittin'
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes? I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's) I got hoes, in codes, in different areas Four ton whips that's
really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it's George Strait 'til real late And dancing cheek to cheek Ain't going down
haha the ghetto's trying to kill me and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me come take a ride in my 6-4 I'm not Dr. Dre
Time" "Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
the caveman sketch was out Would somebody shoot me! Total crap! Who ordered the black new sugar? Together now, 5, 6, 7, 8! Five minutes to go From Twenty
Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! Iv She twisted her hands
Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch Before the George Bush drugs watch, Bloodclaat!!! [Chorus:
a mountain that we really want to climb The road is hard, hard and long Put down that two by four This man would never turn you from his door Oh George! Oh
shirt, the net worth To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six I circumcise the track, you just a dick
I Need My Money I Need My Cash (x's 4) I Need My Money I Need My Cash I Want It Right Here In My Hand Or That's Your Ass I Need My Cake I Want My
it 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Flash forward, 2045 What did you stand for in the life of your prime When faced with the final judgment of today Who profited from
In seventy-six the sky was red thunder rumbling overhead Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
Most of us niggas want to be pimps but Uncle Sam really pimpin' them Hook: Naw they don't feel you, but what you don't know can kill you (X4
shirt; the net worth. To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball; Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six. I circumcise the track; you just a dick,
ass, huh Cause that hoe shit won't last Chorus 2x [king george] Comin' from the bayou, a triple by the dosage Tryin' to dodge rats, but tend to find
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man." ?Company!!!? ?Macho, macho man!? ? Two-three-four.? ?
had it mastered by my teens Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams Motel 6 as I let the beeper
Of Pennsylvania Avenue George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree D:President number two would be John Adams and then
himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cause God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George