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with his clipped rounded vowels
And his penchant for Yves St Laurent
And for accidentally placing his hand on his best friend's leg
Again
The pack lads
yeah]
You're lookin' at her from the rear [Yeah]
She looks just like Vanessa [The right stuff]
Uh uh, not Vanessa with the singer career,
But the X-rated
William's my friend; he'll never change
he's my friend the outlaw at home on the range
He wears his hair long in a neat ponytail
To prove he's still
won’t ride
If shit when tits up boat capsize
He ain’t your slime weren't by your side when opps slid by
He was in the bed with your wife treating her like
This block's getting worse by the hour!
You can't even go to a club with a friend
Without having somebody shove you!
Ay, por favor
Vanessa, don't
Stephanie with the big ass booty
Yh I think she friends with Vanessa
Damn son I just hit Vanessa
Then she said she wanna do it under covers
So hit her in
the click
Teratoma, money turning heads
On the phone, long friends who turn to feds
Teratoma, shorty wanna break bread
Teratoma, Te-te-te-Teratoma
How
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
of the repressive apparatus. The names of the fallen ones are:
Carlos Augusto Barroso, 19, killed by skull crushing.
William Fernandes Leite, 22, killed by a shot
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
on)
Vanessa Williams (keep rockin' on)
Halle Berry (keep rockin' on)
Queen Latifah (keep rockin' on)
S-w-v (keep rockin' on)
Ayy, yo, Monica (keep
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
The Ballad Of John Williams
In the hot summertime
Of 1839
the crew slipped a boat into the ocean
John Williams and his friend
Two missionary men
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
As I'm sitting in this cell
Girl I'm thinking bout you
Even tho that we not together
I won't play about you
And I don't listen to my friends
When
Williams
Get it up on my own just like I'm Katt Williams
Illuminati system, I can't be a victim
Put my trust in God because I live through him
I won't stand
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love, but I'm not coming on
I'm just
Well my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just
me
Cause she got a Vespa
And tonight she staying with her friends
Chloe and Vanessa
They both pretty girls
But she be sayin she the besta
So i might
by the nose
Turn the frown upside down
Kicking shit like
Charlie Brown
For my best friend
Watch out
Shit going to get out of hand
You don't like
Leader of the Bowry Boys in1834 or so
A boxer named Poole first name William the Butcher
He was there
At the heart of America's fist
With an iron
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