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tapping our computers and telephones

What is Al Queda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by our government's
tapping our computers and telephones

What if Al Quaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by the government's
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
alone out here in the storm.
Al :  Yes It's raining pretty hard. I tell you what.. Get in my car and
I'll take you home. Ok.
Girl :  Oh thank goodness you
more close what I hear -jk]
1:grazie peran dare commee alla cafe romana
2:grazie per essere andati con me al caffe romano
3:thanks for going with me
amour
Take my love make it al right
Thanks your life with the color so bright
Take my love pour toujours

Take my love make it all right
Feel so
now I'm leg-al ba-by
Hovito, baby, no equal, baby
Sold perico, beat the RICO, now can we go crazy

When you're blue, and got nothin to do
Welcome
shouldn't say, please ix-nay
In case my laptop's tapped by TSA
Believe that babe, you ain't keep the heat at bay
Keep sweating al-Qaeda, I'm scared
Before Youtube I walked through life...
And now I frolic.
Youtube's been like a farther to me, except you Youtube's not an Al-coholic
Before
Gangs usually roll as a savage pack
Once sworn in, there's no turnin back
Initiation, manhoods are tested
Do crime, you'll fail by becoming arrested
niggaz is way crazier

Thank Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin
Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin
Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know ?cause I was riding with them too

I drank mare's blood
between the bass snares and kick
Everybody gettin' judged by who they standin' with, f'real

[Chorus: Dion]
You make me step my game up, game up
Step
hit the stage
With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage
Stop, look up, and what do you see?
The Mothership landing in DC
So, yo, thank
my hips
If I do that then I can't kiss you on your lips
By the way if you see my Dad
Ask him if he seen my spread in Gay Al's porno mag

(Chorus)
Hi,
continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin' since
wife is my cousin
And thank God, Faizan my son was born without complications
Hina my love to you is unconditional
Not limited by typical Bollywood
day by day getting out of hand
You don't want me to be an inspiration
You wanna blame me for agitation
How can you tell me 'bout participation
When all
like she workin’
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might sell swag
She want me ‘cause she
Who told us we were al-ri-yi-yight
On an ego trip for a teenage superstar
On thirty shillings a nigh-yight

And so it fell that I came up to London
right our couple of days were tight
Thanks for everything expressing my gratitude with tears trickling
Down my face 'cause I went out with praise is this
we go now, oh

And I never think I'd be a hero
Growing up with my dad and learning from Al Pacino
Jets fool, middle finger to all you Dan Marinos
I'm
sounds then a karaoke machine
B-Team this has been my dream
Since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme
My plot, rise the top as one of the best
I'm
come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin'