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Albums:

The Flaming Lips 2011 #9: The Flaming Lips with Yoko Ono/Plastic Ono Band (The Flaming Lips) · Gung Ho (Patti Smith) · Yu-Gung [EP] (Einst├╝rzende Neubauten) · The Gift/Gung Ho Style (Plush) · Black Hair Black Eyes Black Suit (Hugh Cornwell) · Black on Black: A Tribute to Black Flag [2006] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Touch of Your Lips (Chet Baker) · The Best of the Rest of Ernie Ashworth: Talk Back Trembling Lips (Ernest Ashworth) · Read My Lips (Thousand Points of Night) · The Touch of Your Lips (Chet Baker) – and 90 other albums »


friend
I thought that the love was gonna try to win
But now I see I'm stuck in here to see the evil rise again
My brain is so gung-ho
This all started
As captain of this band of merry sailors I'm a black mark. I'm a failure, but before you watch me drown
I'm relinquishing command for something I
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
'Man, here you go
Really 'bout to blow some dough
But ain't nobody did it before
So why is you so gung ho'

'Cause I believe
This was meant to be
I
the children was my gung-ho attitude
to use my tongue and lash and lick them up
then pick them up then just fix them up then mix them up with
a knowledgeable man
Binky Mac  Boo Kapone  and the homie Techniec. 



[Mack 10] 

Now here we go  it's the show stopper  noodle knocker 

Gung ho  1 O fo sho
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
For the decription givin, chapstick flappin' 
Pistol whipin', nigga rappin' 
Sell arms to keep 'em clappin' 
Gung ho chicks spueeze for me 
Crazy
the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cause my
to the waterfall 
I got swallowed by the undertow 
I twist, I turn, but I know there's only one way out of this 
So honey if you're listening 
Press your lip
fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice
Super sweet, sell a trick a treat, hope your lips in shape
Cause you worked your feet as you
a young man too

Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo-
a young man too

Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
Weezy
Say he cute, small, long hair, big dick
Weezy bring to y'all
Don't y'all lip quit
Put your lips on this dick
Let me get on some livin'
Spit
a young man too

Ho
Oh I said so long and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
Who was vaguely half
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
that big dog life
You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute
out to Ice T
The pro-black grammy goes out to Public Enemy
Cause they too black and they too God damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync God damn
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't
must be a dyke
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't

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