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at chess Wit' a couple earth queens Get off of my dick, r i p, D M X Feelin' like the beast from the east Headin' for Cali, Kanye West The game need nothin'
a grain of salt I've got my hesitations Wait on your generation 'S' 'E' 'A' 'N' 'S' 'A' 'I' 'D' 'P' 'L' 'A' 'why' yeah yeah yeah yeah 'S' 'E' 'A'
payer le freeway C'est l'osmose, on the road De l'asphalte sous les pieds Vienne la nuit, c'est le jet lag qui me décale L.a.p.d me donne un blâme,
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee More to follow, outside tweakers are in love Teeny Raquel Welch
me You say you ballin', R.C.E Too high in the air like P.O.D Put this shit on, I'm too O.D Ain't too long to R.I.P Pull out feezy record like Polo G
The capital D-E-E is no doubt the chief rocker Uhh, you are now tuned in to a hip-hop movie Starrin' two MC's, featurin' E P-M-D, b-boys in the house New
a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher From the KC Royals Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P. Very sincerely yours Quik nigga please [Chorus]
the revolution comes Crowd control becomes a police state On the streets of Chicago 1968 The last call for civil liberty The black panthers versus o.p.d
bottom to the top 우린 올려나 결국은 위 결코 Never Mind Hook I got the P.h.D 결국은 위 승자는 me I goona win (I goona win) I going to winner (I going to winner) I got
verhungert, haha D.b.d.d.h.k.P. – Druff bleibt druff, da helfen keene Pillen D.b.d.d.h.k.P. – Druff bleibt druff, doch Dummheit tut nicht weh D.b.d.d.h.k.P. –
of the Lord With parents of holiness, whom everyone knows "Young People Doing" (Y.P.D.) what Young People Do Just growing in our anointing, our fruit in plain
LA TIERRA RETUMBA P TI DEGUI PTI DEGUI D HAITI LATINOAMERICA TE ESPERA HAITÍ CHERÍ P TI DEGUI D HAITI D HAITI LA PUERTA DE ÁFRICA VAS A DAR P TI
Mu) Eternal KLF is gonna rock ya 'cause you have to Move to the flow of the P.D. Blaster Bass ballistics, I'm gonna kick this hard And you can
D-O double G, hoes with double Ds, in line to double D Twistin' up the old G, about a whole P, until I O.D. The one they all wanna come and see, hoes
Il était p'tit mais rempli d'espoir Il était p'tit il avait pas d'histoire Il était p'tit mais il a grandi C'est pas des grands qui lui ont tout
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
cock keep a niggas full got him spittin' like that pitcher from the KC Royals Socked the P.D., haters R.I.P. Very sincerely yours Quik nigga please
in I.C.U. Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P. Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C. D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C. See-74 switched 'em over to P
we on the same page Put this writing Subject to PTSD On P.T.A P.D.A how I pity they Waste my time Tick tock Got me ticked off Fucked up
made fun of his T.N.N Always called it E I E I O Now their love is RIP but at least he's F R E E And he ain't cryin' on his P I L L O It ain't no B.F.D
make 'em dance like I do (You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?) The thing what's funny is Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me Cuz I'm
You can ask all my homies, all D.P.G. got tenderoni's Now when we on the road trying to get this paper And phone call away is what you say But some
B.N.D.D.P Broke Niggas Don't Deserve Pussy B.N.D.D.P Broke Niggas Don't Deserve Pussy (BAD BITCHES LINK UP!) 304's 304's Where my real gettin money
Ay Ay Whey Whey Ay I Just Sucked my own dick I went Ohhh Ay Pussy tryna talk I just went Ohhh Yea Ima S-P-E-D I Got No Bitches and No Coochie Shoot
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