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on the wrong song an' I'm on the right track
I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin' 'bout "Strick, I'll be right back!"
What the fuck you comin' back for?
I
to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
Yes, yes, yes
L.A. Leakers, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk
And we, we brought an old friend back
Oh yeah, man
The hot girl is here
The hot girl
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
mean that what you be sayin is deep"
In case you die in your sleep you ask the Lord for a blessin
Sometimes they sneak up so quiet that the silence is
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
on
It's too hot to fish, and too hot for golf
And too cold at home
Well, I only planned on one or two
I might stay for three
If that good looking thing in
rap, run beat, this my song
Man step back, let the pvck do it's thing, Super Saiyan, I'm gettin' in my form
Justin listen to fax, come fuck with
rap, run beat, this my song
Man step back, let the pvck
Do it's thing, Super Saiyan
I'm gettin' in my form
Justin listen to fax, come
Fuck with the pvck
that's how you do the damn thing friend
[Lac:] If your diamonds ain't shining up that put that shit up
[Mannie:] 1-800-Iceman - ice yourself up
[Lac:]
tell, get caught up, go back to jail
Before I tell them hoes shit, fuck the law, they can eat my dick
The main niggas that pop the trunk
Go to the pen
of summer,
Lord, I'll be glad when they're gone.
It's too hot to fish, and too hot for golf,
And too cold at home.
Well that baseball game on TV,
Takes
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
right now on a 100racks
I came by way of South Cack
So tell da DJ gon run it back
I feel like um up next I feel I got now
I feel like I run the town I
to door with nothin' to sell
Meanwhile... Mona, she's waiting
For that next great rainbow
TV Ron's in the kitchen with Dinah
And his Bo Diddley Tremolo
You
too different some things aren’t meant
To be we were meant to
Be so that we could have our son
Nothing more you didn’t like that
I prayed for your peace
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
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