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you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

Ah-yo, rock head niggaz
These things called TNT

Uh,
We can dance like the world's over
Yeah, it's almost twenty twelve
Call your girls over
Let's kick back
Pop shots
alive

I look at the clock, it says twenty-to-nine
I gotta meet my girl on time
She puts me down and then, by twenty-to-ten
I'm out drinkin' again
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
Nineteen, twenty
passing me by
Twenty-one I caught a glimpse of the light
Twenty drinks later in the back of a ride
Nineteen momma kicked me outta the house
Eighteen
next
Twelve by twelves, nigga hit your front steps
Serve e'ry fuckin fiend 'til there's nothin left

Eight, for them O's and a dollar for them balls
bam bam bam 
The bitch packed a twenty-two 
Hit him in his head, there she laid him 
The nigga standin' by the door I sprayed him automatic fires
thing to Mars

(Twenty seconds and counting)
(T-minus fifteen seconds, guidance is internal)
(twelve, eleven, ten, nine)
(Ignition sequence start)
butt
Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts
One twenty five was the price tag on 'em
Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em
Style is
time we come around
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around

You know I got that check on me, you know I got that 9 on me
Play with it or get
Canibus]
Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones
Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro
I zigzag throughout
thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip
of the neck only spent twelve seconds frozen.
Marathon eye-opener most likely misinterpreted, 
'Cause one bad night before the big briefing ain't breached
and fame
A wise man told me that you need allies in the game
And big gats muthafucka, we all got triggas
Nine-nine ain't bullshiting I'll kill me a nigga
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
back
Let's peel their caps back

Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight
Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights
Some people talked, while
it, walk wit' it, I'm no gimmick
(Yeah!) Twenty twelve, there be no games
Real rap, real bars, I'm not playin'
Haters y'all lame, you a Missy fan
your body scaled
I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail
then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty-ones
We produce many guns,
thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip
Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour.

I looked at Earl and his
I fell
By the side of the road
Too tired to tell where I was
(Where were you?)
I don't know...
(Where was I?)
I
I want to be your friend again
Yeah, ah, oh, shit!
Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,
they don't want it
By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind
Shit you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin'
As long as you
Verse One: {Lil' Ya}

Twenty seven twelve that's where I dwell
But you had to have heart to be down
From the start 'cause a nigga didn't play
That
in your think, put valve up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you can long dick

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