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Please remember me Just like the waves down by the shore We're gonna keep on comin' back for more 'Cause we don't ever want to stop Out in this brave
the king and the queen went Back to the green But you can never go back There again Brenda and Eddie had had it Already by the summer of '75 From
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney
held the gun, he held the light A cup of coffee and a can of Sprite The stand was only ten feet high but on top of the world that day I already knew
a bottle and it goes around I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m. And watch me jump in the golden Benz Top down with the pokey rims Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) Ayy, ayy Niggas ain't gotta respect Niggas just gotta accept I put that top left I love my crodie to death
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er 'Tis the season to be servin' Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time Make a phone call and be back to ball by
it You got someone you think you know well It turns out a stranger The minute you turn your back You're in it all by yourself They laugh at your
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off By any means necessary, whatever the cost Even if it means lives is lost And I can't explain why I just
seven days and nights like a black-top bird he sped Maintained radio silence 'cept for in his head And just like his folks did back in '69 He crossed
short but still motherfuck the DA We play by the rules as they try and crack the code Combination lock to the kilos that I hold Leopard print
my soul With the dope there's no girl I'm on a one way box to the top I'm hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block I'm in
to be servin'" "What you doin'?" "Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker" "Tis the season, to be servin'" Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
coffins In top hats and tails Fly away, little bird Fly away, flap your wings Fly by night Like the early Roman kings All the early Roman kings In
ninety-five Bumper to bumber rollin' side by side Maybelline, why can't you be true Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true You've done started back doing
make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped Struck down by the strength of the will Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off By any means necessary, whatever the cost Even if it means lives is lost And I can't explain why I just
Back beat boogie got a hold on me Make me wanna jump and shout Twisting like a top, I never want to stop tonight You surely look like a magazine
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large
broke Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah) You see I never took you for
the tree tops Like a whispered voice in my ear I will always be there for you I'll always be here I bless the wings that bring you Back across the shore If
The gold of Cortés The jewels of Pizarro Will seem like mere trinkets By this time tomorrow The gold we find here Will dwarf them by far Oh,
brought up? I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort Or even a four-track recorder So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction. satisfaction we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers. We breathing life back into
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