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are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
****s gettin' high with me
My n****s is the n****s that'll die with me
And we can get it on
[Drag-On]
Rigga n****s want to see the Dog n**** bite
But this
Haze, Blue Dream, melt your face
Head on down to Texas for some Willie's Reserve
I'm talkin' whiskey (whiskey)
And smoke
(Drink it up and burn it
knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean
Had my mind set to hit them streets
Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out
Had my black stomp-boots on my feet
candy, candy
Get it how you want it
Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
While I tadaa check out this bizarre
The D A T, the N I double G,
You feel bad, let me tell you, we all get the blues
Sometimes life is a burden, weighed down in your shoes
When it's bad, worse, worst
(And when
to hole
You were so far gone
Right was wrong, up was down
By going still further on
You hoped to come around
It was light years long
Dear husband
a small red can
Oh, last strike match flying out of my hand
Liar, liar, truck on fire
Flames rolling off of your Goodyear tires
Burn, burn, you're gonna
, black (throw your hands up)
Calm down, move back (throw your hands up)
Motherfuckers askin', "Who is that?" (Throw your hands up)
You know it's
I make rock 'n' roll records
I sell 'em for a dime
I make my living and feed my children
All in good time
The blues they go for a quarter
put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (uh-uh)
He-man, ski mask,
And the censer burns
You're bridal white, a moany mime, oh 'n I've been aching
Let your paint rain off, we'll go Downy-soft and river-lazy
And feeling out of words
shining blue and brown and got that golden Gucci
Yeah, keep it simple stupid, all I see is trendy all around me
T.D.E. the movement, we Sore Losers out
deserve a turn
Like a flame deserve to burn
Tribal war
We nah want no more a dat
Every man deserve a turn
And every child deserve to learn
Tribal war
bottles, tea right there
Matter fact I'll take you in the back
You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean
imagining?
Red & White, Black and Blue
There's nothing new
There's poison in our medicine
We got to Burn it out, burn it out, burn it clean
We got to Burn it
Interrogating the scum of the earth
We'll break them by the break of day
Yeah, it's a party in the CIA
Yeah, it's a party in the CIA
Need a country
gotta suffer?
Earth is no more, why don't you burn this mufucka?
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
I beat yo' ass, keep
paradise
..that ain't nice...
You'll never stop... your butterfly ball
....in the black, you think you've done it all
Come on now baby, you know it's true
There's another one due in three month's time
She'll have to paint the spare room blue
She'll work a little overtime
And hope it all works out for
right
And it deals with black and white
Tell me Mike G is it me?
Nah, it's just society
Filled with propaganda, huh!
Why do we meander, huh?
In a zone
out the heat cos when the slugs hit it definitely burns
Now chill and think about your life for real
Every member of my crew is livin life for real
Got
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