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Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
she's form Africa
She broke it down right in front of me
Rollin on her knees I said I'm scared of ya
Tattoo on her back lovin' the way she work it
Never be intrigued by the young boy face
Look inside me love you see I got wild taste
I don't really know but
Somebody said that
A high-priced girl
Aye
Huh
Bouncy whole time im just waving
House keep dough right in Jamaica
I be smoking on dat flavorful
Aye
Dat purple kush dat we be blazing
Had me
(Glorious creatures of our future, to be induced by genetic manipulation)
A number one said he wins fight
A number two said "It's a Saturday night"
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
going to Jamaica? I said, that's right. All expenses paid the flight, the food, the whole nine yards. All's I need from you is your credit card number.
blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed
By these corporate jerks
I wonder
national regals
I'm in it and the pussy doing kegels
I'm so Fred Segal right now
She so spread eagle right now
Ain't nothing but the clothes going down
Hanging by the bathroom door
Waiting for the honeys as the
Leave the dance floor
That's right you got the digit's
You all ready for the score now who
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)
You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)
Alright, well check it out
Won't you tell these motherfuckers
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston
Where OG's be gettin it
And them yungins be raising big guns...
Boy this lifestyle
We live inside the garrison
Man
know why we break up
Because by the end of the night you know we always gon make up
I don't trip unless it's a flight she said she wanna go to Jamaica
pass you by?
He wasn't the right guy
Is it still a turn on that he acted like a jerk?
How many sorries does it take to stop the hurt?
Honestly, I
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
stray
No foul play, no foul play
Want them of love all the way, and no foul play
Want them of love and not the negative way
RZA want no drive-by car,
his home
He had everything he needed
As long as he had his mustache comb
Then Fred the Flamenco flew on by
With a messy tuft of hair
He said, "Melvin,
Burning erbs like Jamaica
Still got 5 months on papers
Blow blunts by da flava
P.O. piss me gotta fake her
I'm So high God my neighbor
I'm So high
pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
I've never been to Jamaica but I wanna go
Gotta do what's right for me
Even Bear said so
I need some time to clear my head
Jumped on a wave
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