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to do in 1977? I wanna thank the I wanna thank the soul brothers For teachin' me how to dance Teachin' me how to move I wanna thank the soul brothers For
(bullshit) They schools ain't teachin' us What we need to know to survive (say what, say what) They schools don't educate All they teach the people is lies
Once I inked my whole body I was teachin her to read She dun gave me all her knowledge now she teachin me to think I love this rap game I was puttin
With so many babies and one on the way Please help me through my teachin' day All different ages all different needs Day gets longer as it proceeds
nice So keep teachin' them baby that Keep teachin' them baby that So keep teachin' them baby that Keep teachin' them baby that Code switching Secret
my head down low No, my mind won't grow Teachin' old dogs new tricks Teachin' old dogs new tricks I like The way I am You can't find A better man No
of his father His father, the teacher Teachin' love and honesty Being his own manhandler Or the son of The son of a run of the mill, run rotten
of his father His father, the teacher Teachin' love and honesty Being his own manhandler Or the son of The son of a run of the mill, run rotten
Coast skippin', Practice PimPiN Money Gettin', What u missiN? Kush Twistin', Teachin lessons, Wig splittin' Nigga listen! Nigga listen! Nigga listen!
on niggas, no sewer (No sewer) Teachin' these niggas, no tutor (No tutor) Niggas run around actin' just like hoes Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)
the clouds , there ain't no service, you ain't reachin' this Did it all on my own and I ain't sleep, there ain't no teachin' this Been at it for years and I
You teachin me who to be We don't have enough You say you want more than a piece of me We should be more than lovers I can agree But it's just once in
and Seminoles. Man I miss those days when I'd drive through those Alabama pines Dad teachin' me to catch those bass and teachin' me to rig my lines As I'm headin'
(Money Musik) Wock', sippin' on Tussin (Wock') Drop, he caught a blessing (prr) Opps, they get the message (hood baby) Drop, she teachin
how to fuck up Rap about some ganster shit for what? I ain't the one that's out here teachin' motherfuckers how to fuck up Rap about some gangster
pressa, nah tun to crime Mama raise yuh good so beg yuh put dung di nine Dem have di power but a yuh rule yuh mind Teachin's yuh treasa, can leave
the teachers, to teach me somethin I can use, because they're teachin me nothin I tried to comply his lies, never dies insides, so I replied "What about life?
Stay away from the fakes 'cause they grimy Not teachin' no lessons, I'm just bein' honest 600 the block, the label, the set Roll the dice on me,
Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin We're teaching it in the streets Teachin good doctrine Truth and it's Poppin Christ is the king and His prophets are in
As the stars fall from grace and light your glowing face I'm teachin' myself to dream I'm holding' my breath to scream I'm teachin' myself to believe in
When i pop off Enemies will come through They know how i do I be teachin them noobs (Ye) I be hustelin too (Yea i do) Baby im wavy is you Come by i
you thought I was wrong I'm teachin' you better, What I sacrificed Is for Allah, I had to get it together I'm tryna break curses, but the devils
ain't even shootin' for nothin No profit Just teachin the kids go pick up pistols How is that beneficial? What you think you a shooter or something? What
he be the son of his father? His father, the teacher? Teachin' love and honesty, An' bein' his own manhandler. Or the son of, The son of a run
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