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Oh sweet summer child You live without the wind of winter Coming down to you Oh sweet summer child History's got it all Cued up for you But
the sun, summer sound Get your stance on, let it drop, land on Two eyes, two ears, two feet to stand on Let it out, get it out, sweat it out Soundtrack cued
am I doing? I'm wasting time that I should be using And if I'd known sooner who I'd be When I dropped the act and the patterns I cued in And stopped
you, I feel bad for me Oh, what a shame Don't you agree? Wasting your time sleeping on me You've been out like a light Cued up in the line
Sunshine right all in my face While another child met the cued horns I got caught up dodging the rain On the way to greet a newborn This life
of your lines They got me excited Until you cued the violin Turned me into a siren I sing to fill the silence I'm haunted-d-d Scripted Temporary
it In it from the minute I cued it Learned from the best She a student Learned from the rest I'm a cool kid Earned with the blessed I'm a shoe in Twist
on the pavement with the billy clubs Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up And now it's "Fuck the Police" all up in the club Now it's '91 and Snoop Dogg
went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes (Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen) Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women Iced
Danny was an old-time Bourbon Street barker Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But
a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me
a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me
he pulled me in, then he cued me in Lights of Islam, drop the bomb It's Tragedy, not Uncle Tom Preacher practice, our blacklist Black leaders, you lost
retro I already passed you on a 1-2 I've been cued to this already Bullet to the head. Bullet to the head, do you think I's joking? What the fuck are
(chi-chi-chi-baow) Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape Putting food on your plate Many crews can relate Who choosing your fate? Yo We went from picking
Fulfilled your illed I thrilled (I heard a loud scream) My mind is cued, so I run down a menu That downgrades the weak as my lyrics tend to (The needs
Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon A breeze whips through the trees The rustling leaves and branches bend together they're cued
of an old phenomenon A breeze whips through the trees The rustling leaves and branches bend together They're cued to sway Forever by the forces
Seamstress and lies are bustin' up your handle Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position
(chi-chi-chi-baow) Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape Putting food on your plate Many crews can relate Who choosing your fate? Yo We went from picking
With elevated rung placement derived from deep rooted jealousy issues They cued our age as bull and every due is paid in full With that I'll forget all
move on the hip-hop scene Cued up Dre, and I knew that he would know That on the one, I would let the bass go Because a dope jam is what I gotta make I
hopes that St. Nicholson soon would be there. The children were lying awake without sleep They'd seen all his movies; He gives them the creeps. I'd cued
Heartbeat Heartbeat And I might be wrong But I don't think you could sing along To my heartbeat Cued up the major third But you don't know, you
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