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means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea

me
I got a ten year old mink, still ain't fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new

it's getting scary
Running Running Running
Running running like we Tom & Jerry

Step on the line got a Game plan
Different mind, not the same man

Street Life

Master P

Give It 2 'Em Raw

1998

ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my

Too Much on It

Lunasicc

A Million Words, A Million Dollars

1998

Uh. What ya gonna do? Do you wanna ball? Lunasicc, come on. What ya
Gonna do? Uh. What ya gonna do? Luna-Lunasicc, wha? What ya gonna
Do?

How

Baby boy don't slip just slide
Got me limping after I ride
Wanna touch this ass and these thighs
Zick game took a bitch a surprise
And Then he ask

another classic oh I'm old school
Tom cooling who know i gave them clues

How I keep it steady liquor try to do me dirty
Bit fatigued big lead by the second

That Old Gang of Mine

Frank Fontaine

Songs I Sing on the Jackie Gleason Show

1963

On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I

solo
Took two shots of Old Crow
To drown my sorrows
Cops torch my body by tomorrow, oh no
Tony sold poop to Bobby from Toronto
Conor, go box Floyd on TV

Iron the wrinkles out my scrotum, wear it to your function
I am not aroused by simple plowing or thrustin
Can’t cum unless you use my balls as a speed

over the game
Lavar Ball, stay in ya lane I got (Faith)
Im not the one you should provoke, I see everything that they post
Then I go Embiid in the post,

Spitting straight fire yeah,
That is my game, (yeah)
Tom, you are a neek, (woo)
Tom, you are weak, (yeah)
Tiny Tim, your face is grim

(hog rider)

Your

fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football

Graduated with higher standards that goes above the rest
You pussies are a buncha tits never mind a buncha breasts
Came in like a wrecking ball no Miley Cyrus

who you
Countin'g by twos
Bitch ima thot I be counting by twos
Nigga who you
You see how I ball
No I ain't ever gon fall
Already done made it this far

the four games now I got a mop
I don't really care about broke watch
I'm sketch it out like doodle bob
Get them all mad we can start a mob
Won the four games

the game

Well, I'll tell you one thing
If that Bob Crutchfield ever connects with a pitch, that ball's gonna' fly! It's gonna' sail right over the center

a fan of Lena
Close to Katrina (17)
Very fond of Gina Lollobrigida (17) , too
And as for Pasadena
Everybody there's an old shoe
But anyone can see my new

Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad

the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop

[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby

Tom Hanks Dragnet
Dan Aykroyd
Second city fridge magnet
Bizarre
Showtime
Four-year old titties
G. Gordon Liddy
Pre-midi
Super Dave Osbourne
Black cloak

Pharmacist and the dealer 
Are in the same game
All they want is to make 
Their pockets rain 
Now they got the stage 
Stranding themselves 
With a pole in

off or im hitting walls
I'm grinding I'm earning my haul
Lacing the game with the salt
Never gon' stall
You crawl till you ball till you fall
There's

Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]

Kenny G

Faith: A Holiday Album

1999

attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."

"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea