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companions, my friends and my workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh we gave them our best years now they've paid us back
By making us
on occasion
From broadway to cheyenne
Aces wild yes we am
Say hello to my best friend

Little Texas
Ride to live, live to ride
Let 'em roll one more time
raped on by the man she was pleasin' (She done been)
It was her best friend (She done been)
Be a model man who done been through
What she done been
Keeper
Be my best friend 
And you said, I Am

You saw me wear white by pale candlelight
I said forever to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
away
No bullets so the ratty’s run away
Set the ratty over there
He dragging my girl by the hair
She’s tryin' her best to get away
He punching my
been in the arms of my best friend's wife

Did I hear someone applaud?

Now the scaffold is high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not
and they holler, man they put on a show

He's a protected witness from a Detroit job
Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob
I know who got the time,
love being with my friends
We barely get by but have the best times
And hope it never ends
We drink all day until we fall down
So we can do it all again
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
time it is
From the moment I wake up
I just love being with my friends
We barely get by but have the best times
And hope it never ends
We drink all
keep it jumpin 'til the cops come and get them


Best believe I breeze through like wind, comin through a window

Me and the Squad of Def, a few kinfolks
love being with my friends
We barely get by but have the best times
And hope it never ends
We drink all day until we fall down
So we can do it all again
was Cleopatra!
I had another friend . . .um . . . she was Cleopatra as well.
I had a third friend. . . well, suffice to say
PMS around that palace must
Caski, Dave Cornbloom of Beth Larson
To everyone at the church of rock and roll

We gotta say w'sup to Cory and her best friend Jorji,
The Meat
Caski, Dave Cornbloom of Beth Larson
To everyone at the church of rock and roll

We gotta say w'sup to Cory and her best friend Jorji,
The Meat
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."

"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
stems and still s*** seeds, 

I spit residue smoke on my way to buy weed.
Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong.
My best friends
Wrap Sumden, always I smoke more then Cheech and Chong
My best friend's a bong and my homies is smokers only
I know one day, I'm gone stop
But that'll be
feelin that"
That's my ace, that nigga got keys to my place
And he know about the cash, stashed G's in the safe
Wait, no time to waste when best friends
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your
control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get told
Yo two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me alazhay and Chrystal
Blows your mind
should I rush this hoe?
But you know - damn, little did I know
She was my best friend's sister's cousin auntie mother niece
Up on my daddy's side, I
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop

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