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and pack as well, what a lucky fucker
Brown one, she a dirty ucker, cant lie, she's criss like Tucker
Bare opps get spread like butter, nutter, slap, don't
Took a walk down the alley today
I'm getting used to the smells and the sounds
Don't look out of my windows no more
What's the point? Everything's
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
a bit
But soon as I find time for us to kick it, then I'm Charlie Brown
Uh, and what's the cause of it?
If it's a fatal attraction, what's the laws
had the shoes with the wheels on the heel
Looking back though, shit's changed
Been through a lot, so nah I ain't the same
Still got some memories that
any point along the line was mine to see
We made our way through the fog and the gray
Chasing bullets from the firing brigades
cnd the fruits of our
and a bitch can’t live without us
Do we have an understanding?
Was there some point you were confused by ...
I’m RARE and RARE, you understand...
That's
of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the position
I'm black as them ancient Egyptians
Before European
to fly
By like all passing years,
Buying dear and selling cheap,
Oh, selling cheap.
You tried to make me so jealous,
I resented your point of view.
fights at school
Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
So that taught me
I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
Five cent a chip
snatched
Dropped the addy hella times and all y'all did was cat
By the way, you niggas ain't worth 30K, ain't no point to line you up
And show them niggas
It caused some smiles it caused some tears
But more to the point of our story
For The first time in the collective memory,
That old brown
catch on so quick
Bout time they hit sixteen they be on some Nino Brown, G.I. Joe shit
When school is out, they just want to lamp
The last thing
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
1, 2, 3, mmm
Whenever you come on by, you always cross my mind
I can tell you're passionate, a gift from heaven sent
Feels like we are connected,
Week in June I was born
I took form to take the whole world by storm
Ask the weather man why it got so warm
Armageddon has been in effect
You've been
boutta ride it out, got me wild n out
Point the cannon make a water spout, these niggas watered down
Great white to a fuckin trout, i grab that pussy by
You're always out on the town
Not a single map can pin you down
Know's everybody around
But your still Mr Mysterious
Cause you go by Jay
Brown eye's
are hurting 'cause you running my mind
Look
A lot of guys must be dropping you lines
So
S'get to the point not to be wasting your time
I think I
of guys must be dropping you lines
So
S'get to the point not to be wasting your time
I think I love you here's my number
Baby give me a call
Not
just had some shit on my mind
Yeah
Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just
morethen it destroys
I'm a head shrinker motherfucker
Point me to Freud
So go towards the dark and attack the abyss
'Cause a L not a L if you manage the risk
Leaves
We start as buds
Inside a twig
We turn to where we face the light
Than we develope
And we unfold
Rhythm controlled by day and night
And than
your god now?
I'll point out his varied forms to you:
One: He hangs on the end of a tree
Two: He's nailed to the arms
Of that self-same tree
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