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or Jordan, hooping or recording, all posted by the light pole
Not too bright though, Moms sent me home before the lights dull
And they told me don't cuff
I've been feeling real good, came a long way from misunderstood
Far away from the days where I wouldn't wanna go home 'cause I was afraid
So blown away by all the faces and the dreamers
I'm no weaker than you dear
I took a ride and I saw you inside, a soul that lives at rest
Are you
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She had a body like Ms. Jackson
I knew that it was trouble when she passed by
But she was so fly
She invited me over
So I hopped in the Rover
Let me relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
You
the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,
dope, never had a white tee
[?] by my motherfucking self
Earned my stripes like a motherfucking breath
You never had it hard, you never had to barge
You
the casualties got us caught up in the game
I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could
and the party's still goin
[Pacewon]
Yo Yo
Bitches chasin after me
To No Limit like Master P
Got a Life To Live like Ericka Kane I stare
Roach coach Mexican horn
Singing "La Cucaracha"
Suede face, beggin' for bones
Won't stop till he's got ya
Surfer-boy, skating to Hell
Be home by
The homecoming queen, bored by her scene
New model homes, suburbanite clones
She loved to ride with me in our galaxy
She said the others hate me now
They don't
Tussin, smokin' Sweets
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things,
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
Addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter =
Your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got =
You
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
Hanging out late with my friends, having fun like punks will do.
I never thought those days would ever end so soon.
But time goes by and all your views
the range switchin lanes
Go Live entertainment
See the gold bangin
Walk like that cause I talk like that
I walk like that cause I talk like that
All you out
their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in
Reporting live from WKQXL, The Lab
This is Connie Cargen, we have just been informed
That the rapper, Tad Virgil AKA Turk
Was released from
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
This road is worn it's a long walk to home
Rest seems lost on my own
The world has no mercy for me
All I need is something to live for and stand
fold
A circle with Jamla written in script like on scrolls
It's been a while we been bubblin' underground like [Mo?]
She got a goal to be married by
talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Never left his home town
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