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Start a war on the poor
Gettin' mad donations
Takin' cheese out of poor nations
Got Haitians still on sugar plantations
Wiped em out, called it
Warm night, can't sleep
Too hurt, too weak
Gotta call her up
Dial that, number, no one, answers
Till it's two o'clock
And if by chance, you
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
H-Hit it
Yea
Yeaaa
Hey
Not a care
Living life like a dare
Playing plays
Day by day
Understanding myself better
Day by day
Hey
Shit is not the same it
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
(Bongo by the way)
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when
We were just a couple years short of the age
By my name on a fake ID
And still 'bout a hundred away from the day
Your daddy said you could run
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
that's right sugar love
Come on
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me, you just wont get enough
The rain,
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Come on baby let me take you by the hand
Come on sugar let me take you by the hand
You're for me let me be all your own candy candy your candy man
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
with me papi, get up inside of me"
I'm lovin' her body so deep, it feel like she part of me
I said, "Hold up, lil' Mama", we complicatin' by promisin'
I always kinda figured love would pass me by
The kinda girl I wanted wouldn't want a guy like me
I thought that she wouldn't look twice
You see I'm
She was twenty, I was maybe half
Had a gold tooth and a smokey laugh
And I remember being somewhere
With my momma when she walked by
Had
I woke up and tried to find out
Just what the dream was all about
Caught in a world of sleepless sunder
Awoken by the home made thunder
Don't
be calling you
Will you die for me die for you
Cause I go die for you
If I no get money
Will you be there for me
If things go funny
Will you stand by
the king of Mars perfects his commentary skills
I'm a gold plated man monkey full of dollar bills
if you're happier, dial 1 now
don't be fooled by
I thought I'd come around
By now but I've spent all my time
Stuck inside my mind
I see your candy eyes
Coated in sugar lies
No, I don't need nobody
that I walk is the Grammy’s
Told ‘em wasn’t me like I’m Shaggy
You be wearing Givenchy but it’s a hand-me-down
I be laced in leather by McQueen himself,
Once,
a rich businessman came from Iran to visit Vijayanagar.
He was welcomed and treated honourably by the King.
Oh Sheikh.
I'm very glad to hear,
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