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shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
You start it out by puttin' on your old blue dress And you slip your feet into your blue suede shoes And you look up at blue skies through your pale
bastard style has just been stuck By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin' What if how's about why would ever thought that The napalm would bust your
blue eyes and a killer tan only took one round now I found myself a brand new man His name is Johnny Walker he ain't a big talker but baby he's so damn
Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red You used to be a little kid with
stomping in my big blue Chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds It's the zoo
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row) Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row) Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare
a bunch of junk that never took off Maybe it's for the best My pops said it best He said it's blending in with all the rest Time moves by and my corpse will
a year to two years actually. By the time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was released the 2nd
doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare
Live by the code, die by the code Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code Never been a hoe, bury me
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew The head chef
Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red You used to be a little kid with
that song by fucking Rag And Bone man You know the one that they are always playing Where he's only got one ball at least I think that's what he's
singin' out the blues 'Cause he's got no one back home Oh, somebody sighed Next day comes they send you back out on the track All that sweat be
Bigger plans than you We buy real coke, your grams is blue Ai yo, the president is like me, he smoke weed too Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect? Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way) Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Walker and her beautiful daughter Pamela, was driving the car They got hit by a man in a lite blue sedan Who had obviously been to a bar [Chorus:]
Snoop talking: Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album & he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know that nigga gotta have something
it fast, for half of Johnny's cash Nia longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed Tom saw her at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer He confronted
+Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+ +Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed Tom
like Hershal Walker, The talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die But that's not important Money's more important
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