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wind Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin I'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins C'mon [Takbir] Yo- I got a rock style Pivot
and let me get you high See you looking for a reason to be mad, but I don't know why Keep it real you been salty all day and you can't even lie 'Cause
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me Money, money, money all they ever fucking say I
Moi aussi, je peux per-ta des samples de Funk Quand le Fennek est dans le club entre deux seuf's Non! Je ne veux pas de variété, bande de gueushs
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet I'm a rider,
plottin Be ready for the drama And recognize when you slip you slide till you die By homicide, when they got the element of surprise Open your eyes
the dirt, puttin in work for the scrilla We mofioso, fuck the po-po, federali's and task Got fifth cap, when i ride around and the funk down we blast Skid
tappin my hand on my chest. My walkman stands by ready to press play, Sure I listen to the old and to the new stuff today. Just lay back and be calm
wasted I tasted success and I'm already drunk J. Paul Getty funk, stinkin like a skunk Anansie, but I'm not a bald pansy my mind is in a frenzy and my
a hurry, I never stop to worry Don't you see the time flashin' by Honey, got no money I'm all sixes and sevens and nines Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider
Five percent president with my other girl Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
And then the sun let up and it split the night Spilling over our jubilee Ten thousand cars by the side of the road Grooving far as the eye can see Said take
[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli] Stand what you stand for, I know you'll cross the line More give some more to life And keep it rising high Hold
leg broken Home, choken by roast a deli slogans To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open I'm from the L's of the Murderville Where we possess
of funk You get get crushed like you gave big pun the top bunk So shut the fuck up, Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks So get the fuck
that! And if you don't believe me you gotta see me blowin' Yar soul with my rock & roll and let by side yar' brain It's time to play tha' game and it
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere, Guitar packed in a trunk Somewhere around mile marker 1-12, Papa started hummin' the funk I gotta jones in
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere, Guitar packed in a trunk Somewhere around mile marker 1-12, Papa started hummin' the funk I gotta jones in
talk(you dirty dirty) Say what?(you dirty dirty)say what?(you dirty dirty) verse 1 Now I'm a dirty old south boy And you can tell by the way I spit it out
And run around town like Bonny&Clide You see the move you're makin' the rhymes you're takin' Will lead the heart breaking and I'm not mistaking You
But wait, there's seems to be some funk on the scene I got visions, extra periphreal, the see-1's all off and tell 'em "Time waits for no man!" You
spát, já vstanu, totiž chodim sem A, B, C, 1, 2, 3 tak jdem, jdem, jdem Pochop, že seš u mě doma, tak važ slova Než postavíš rap znova, tak se drží huba
a punk Lately i been in a funk, had to dissapear from life What would happen if i blew my brains out with a rifle These are real thoughts not
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