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much dairy
She had to finish it all by herself

Then I slapped her
She wasn't expecting
So she hit me back
She friggin' cracked me
I got a nose
"hey rose got the time? "

Exotica rose
Dances in beads and in satin
Tall and bejeweled
Don't be fooled by her mystery and spice
Her tangos fandangos
Her
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
The fact the only way a brother can survive the game
The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't
this kind of material.
[Barbra (sung):] You have to pay a price, girl!
[Producer 2:] This album needs a hit single we can push.
[Barbra (sung):]They
Bring on that pecan pie
Pour some sugar on it, sugar, don't be shy
Scoop me up a mess of that chocolate swirl
Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl
woulda quit a long time ago
But now I've got a record out
I'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out
Now I'm the spice around town
It's funny how
When it comes to raps, I'm similar to the thriller in manila 
Who drop a double album with no album filler 
Who back into reality, mentality is
just like a peach knee high
Backed by a bag of funjuns
And course I'ts going to smell like onions
Butt more so like pork and beans
Girl I don't know what
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",
the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back,
and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King & I, was the few I had
Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
On every artist’s album that I heard
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
Verse Two [Lord Digga]
If I can't get this by flowing
I?ma take it without ya?ll niggas knowin
Would hit ya
Fuck up ya city like a twista
Blow up
of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, y'all talk
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There
child

	(Funky child) (Funky funky style)  (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)

[Doitall]
Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler
We're hit when we dry
Yeah
Spice muthafuckin' One
Coolin' in Cali
Kickin' that gangsta shit
You get with it?

Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
woulda quit a long time ago
But now I've got a record out
I'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out
Now I'm the spice around town
It's funny how
a day
Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim, 
and started fuckin? with Trina
Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I

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