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young Billy Taylor, walkin' oot wi' his lady gay.She rose up early up next mornin', early at the break of dayAnd there she spied young Billy Taylor

Ghetto yutes (heh)
A time fi wi realize sehh wi a star
And star always among us
Doh, Kyng?
Aye, doh M. Taylor
Yow C. Miller, L. Allen, L. Brown
For

pussy never shave
If yuh hole nuh good, yuh know yuh haffi DJ

Wi bring di fire
More degrees dan Dr parthiban
How dem wan' fi test wi
When wi adi Star

kouri dim mouri nan kleren ranje
Poutan nèg yo touyem poum pa pale koze petrocaribe
Sim mouri tankou Taylor, m mouri poutèt map met prensip nan legliz

on the State

Wi nuh wha dem, none a dem
A Dudus wi want 
A Dudus wi want 
A Dudus wi want wi nuh want nuh Bruce
Why? They find the man they want, No
Why they

wi di gun
Say him nah itch fi di gun
A kill fi get rich wid di gun
Pan friends dem snitch fi gi gun
Dem a nyam bad man, bout dem a bad man, like taylor

Ridin' in a Hurricane
I'm just sippin' on McQueen
My crib, she ain't gon' never leave
The Taylors, that's the winning team
(Dreamer, wake up,

A Beatles or a Tony
Ur ye tangerine or blue
We kin cure that scalp infliction
Wi a nifty bit o' friction
Tae revitalize the heid fae tired skin
Eh love thon

Taylors, Dickies and thug grammar
G's full of they evil ways like Santana

[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate

badness
Mi bank book heavy like the container weh dem keep pon ship
Unu cah get wi out so jus keep on wish
Russian head concussion watch a freeze pon wrist

Mandela, Ali 
Email server, Iraq sequel, Beiber-Fever, Wi-fi 

We didn't start the fire 
It was always burning since the world's been turning 
We didn't

Yeah, I throw my punches like Mike Tyson
Bitches gon' hit with a side eye
Ain't no connection to Wi-Fi
I'm gon' make everybody clap for me, high five

"en-garde"
Native baby from the dirt roads yeah the Sonoran Desert the rough parts
Yeah, from the 480
Cheyenne Taylor yeah he hold the throne
Bitches tapping