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career down at my Uncle's [unknown] records. You should see my new hairdo I dyed it jet black, Well it's short on the top and it's long at the back.
sure it comes out rude Then I grind down the frustration hard so that all of the scents can blend I pour the sweat on top and then the tears To make sure
few years I've tasted who you're going to be Candy coated on top But so bitter underneath Uh oh, uh oh He's still watching Oh no, Oh no She's
your positions Waste not whatnot I don't want your nothing On top she's hot No discussion I'm a diva Teacher (to the rap game) Here when it
[Chorus:] 'Cause I am a ghost boy I don't Scare and I don't get no bellyaches And I'll be eating sparrows Sitting on top of a tree And as the days go
2 step cool like winter fresh I sag not to show my ass but Kiss it girl yea lick it off Got a whip for every season Drop the top will make it
station She worked as a cook there for a long, long time She said, "hey, Cowboy" later on she said "Nice boy, good worker, top rider, lucky one, that
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth So here goes I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter, It's
cannonball I'm the human cannonball, y'all Well I'm a hot shot I'm a cool breeze Underneath the big top I'm the big cheese I lay it on the line Let it
like that y'all, no, uh-uh, it's like this Man, we ride top peel't back, chopstick with the shine Know what they know 'bout that on the mission
she may be She may search this whole wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat Put
Zeniths and Vogues I suppose are still poppin Zapcos are rockin, drop-tops are droppin Squattin, smokin it up plus the dippin With Cougars and Chevs and all
waiting to succeed I might be just a little kid but I know what rocks Rap is out the Moldy Peaches are at the top We hate dance and we hate rap But
For real baby, you know how to do it Top marks, hit the spot You know, like it or not
some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot Don't get upset girl,
clap, smack Hit across your lips wit some shit That make ya want to spit and do two back flips Blue top, I clear through the air You against me? Well I
through What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you The children that he gave Somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag I carry
at the tenor in the cold top steeples Like no screaming My dear they will dry off ya cheeks And never been down the factor to much of That can bring you
Safe sex The diaphragm Lacking of your self-control Diary The top Drawer Your mother wished she'd never seen I just wanted to be loved she
play me, top celebrity man Murderer, I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer Excuse me mister officer, murderer Still love you like that, murderer
for the streets, it's the D-R-E Right back up in ya mothafuckin' ass, 9-5 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
hard to reach the top It's not hard not knowing when to stop It's not hard to take all Not very difficult to fly if you settle for a fall It's
sexatic with more moves in Your moms crack attic I'm asmatic so get on top And get hot but don't stop Cause I'm about too.... Hop off then flush the rubber
there must Be someone on top of that small speck of dust” “Some poor little person who's shaking with fear That he'll blow in the pool, he has no way
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