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Bump N Grind (Bump N Grind) Now that's what my man say Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein hand-fed I made the jam, with my man, about
again, add it to wax [Chorus] [Young Chris] It's not a game I'm from Philly Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner Know my partner Young
Krishna Keep up with your feet or get them blisters Like you're on the Tawaf by the Kaaba, that's the mission Yo, call the feds, call the papers, my
repent For message never sent, now Hello, stranger It's been a minute since we last kicked it By the way, just got in town That I won't let cumulus
a gun that’s what Brown said Mike spoke up now Mike dead Why you following me that’s what Martin said Travyvon spoke up now Tra dead Breonna Went to sleep
real and I hope that you're hearing me You must be aware to combat the conspiracy Even in this rap game all that glitters ain't gold Now that rap is
since "Caddy Shack" with Greg Street in that Cadi-llac Blowin on a pillow pack I call it Koffee Brown Bitches can't get off me now Rasta man toss me
So frosty that he got a snowman to accompany Loving thee Then advised his subjects im you're king yo drop a knee Forget the flows are heavenly
The muthafuckin' killer that's mad With potential, to get bad as fuck Now I'ma turn it around Dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound Yeah, somethin like that
Here to let you know they're influenced by the phenomenal While you're unable cause you're too unstable All of your progress is minimal and that's
blooming- on the zooming lens Rollin' on you nondescript-, you're marked for death Like Colombians with bad- that gyp- Tilt the-, twisted up the ooh-wee if
and closed his briefcase When they sentenced me to die Now my waitin's over As the final hour drags by I ain't about to tell you That I don't deserve
Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe (Go
Pretty Brown your a song that I can't keep from singing Pretty Brown as you move, you don't know that you're winning And your eyes say you're lost
And take my time makin' you mine Now it's the end of the line I'm fuckin' fed up with the shit that you do I said I'm fuckin' fed up with the shit that you
a angel what igive a nigga thats a halo ill shoot em one time ill shoot em down you was talking shit nigga what now get it poppin like chris brown ima
A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks Now all I get
But niggas wanna see me killed It was cold on that corner Lot of my niggas gone on that corner Now it's floor seats, ringside by the ropes Floor seats,
a did that. Minor, old-timer, weak-rhymer, stay-in-liner. You won't be inclined to go, so, yo. Maybe later you're gonna be, But for now you're almost
your head Hunger for me? No worry, I'll make sure you fed I'll be all that you need this time Now, shake it fast and recite the line If you want
agents, far beyond narc's Amazed by they beauty marks Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made Clarks My dick got hard, at how they spoke
was made by the maker of love Your body that curve Your hips in that skirt The smell of a fragrance Or a taste of sweetness The passion,
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii At fourteen,
sir, right now If you've read your bible You've read the story About the man That could not see, hallelujah But he heard that Jesus was coming by
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