LAURYN HILL
Chef Borges & Tae Sax
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It's that same old thang Bada boom bada bang Entered through the forces and courses And shot with aim Foolish be fronting and hunting Towards your name Wouldn't it be nice if we diced The price of your fame Lesser known the fact cacka lack Shooting up ya brain Lesser thoughts be lurking and working Upon the game Rapper troops be serving and curving Until their shame And Lauryn Hill be preaching and teaching Were all the same (All the same) Got my eyes upon the prize With the extra order fries Look it all these fucking guys On how they couldn't recognize Yo Jacob on that wake up So what is the fucking word I'll flush you down the toilet Little fucking dickless turd Kidding little man Yeah that's right it's me again Your amusing, I'm assuming That your a comedian Funny funny man You should really hit the can I can shut the f*ck up And keep moving with the plan
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