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enough so no time to lose

By now you know that only true love never dies
Just like mine
Take to heart, Ronnie's Samba
Love it back, Ronnie's Samba
You'll make a lunch,
You overgrown chipmunk
Squirrel
I'll skin ya hide,
And make a hat when it's dry
Squirrel

(Deadgum Earl, Ronnie Milsap could shoot
My usual guess is that they chose to digress
Disillusioned by greed, causin you to distress
Just do what's best, clean house, leave out
Them punks
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
Dialogue: Picture this where it all started was back in Boston, Mass. Some time ago (believe that) and by reopening the doors to all youth a little
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music

Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come to the crib, get
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music

Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
[Hook: x 2]
I'm at the point, of no return
Caught up in this game, everybody know my name
I got, money to burn

[Ronnie Spencer]
I've been
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music

Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music

Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come to the crib, get
me and try to sneak me out
Whoever thought you take the kinky route, ouch

Pain is pleasure
Mommy Ronnie had game forever
Mommy my hobbies ain't
Now Leonard and Cravy and old Ronnie 
Rosland were sitting two tables away. So we did what we thought hippies would do when we noticed them lookin' our
beers

So you're getting married good for you
Its first inning Braves are down by two
Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut
And don't ruin it for
we're gonna suck our own dicks

Wait, what?
What?
That's disgusting!
No, it's not
Hey, look, it's Shy Ronnie and Reba!
It's a celebration and we're
the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never
bearer at
Ronnie's funeral such is the Duality of the
Southern Thing And Bear Bryant wore a cool
Lookin' red checkered hat and won football
Games
fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead if it's keeping out the Russians?

We're well-trained by the CIA with Yankee tax money in
close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket
for one but it's harder to play when you can't have fun.
chorus
Heeeeeeeeeey, you talking out the side of your neck.HEEEEEEy your gonna get what's
Time goes by and makes me
Wonder what I'm here for
I'm waiting for a sign or
Someone to open the door

At times my life seems at an error
Without
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
you what they call pain, in the eyes of O.G.
Go Nas, you as young as OD

[Black Child]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in
jeans
Nameplates and four finger rings
Jelly sandals for your feet
Mr. Softee made life sweet
How I long __

New Edition sang to me
Ronnie, Bobby,