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the cartridge Darkman, by the Bee can, he can Can we, can, I can.. Yeah! Don't worry, don't worry, strawberry Mint-pep', rum and raisin 'cause he ate a plate
I know you coasting mix emotions How C-Notes keep flooding Drop sauce by accident Imagine what I'll do on purpose I'll hit my mark if spark in dark
singing about them Pretty Wings I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink Had to get
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin' So much to say, so little time For the hood that I pray Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow Wash my
did that, my respects to you I'm still praying for some relax. In hard times ain't a lot funny 'cause people doing anything trying to get some money.
round in a rental Pop was a playa My momma worked a graveyard Codeine Xanax don't mix too well for basketball players I'm sluggish and I'm muggin' I swear
up, your chick and me, yeah we got a lot in common She be so pink and her chest be a large one Leading the Warriors like Kerr be I'm Kirby, when I get
from the norms And soon millions of folk Records were being sold By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs Were doing intellectualized copies
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died And when I
Hum V (V) I'm surrounded by these RBGs (HEeee!!) We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi Born in them 80's I clown like I'm Bailey This
the good side Ayy, ain’t tryna cuff I'ma make her a team player Hood baby, I don't eat lunch I’m at Green Acres Ayy, I don't play, baby, you can ask coach V
Sound check Go so before I start dey burst Hope say you dey buy my song? Cause if na few dey get am Then that one no be love It takes a whole lot
for it because I Couldn't see you could do this I lot of rappers they come by And they got their writtens ready i know And sometimes they give you shit
I'm a player (Ritch) There's some lil' niggas I Don't fuck with, better say them a prayer (Grrah) Ooh, I might pull up with your bitch Now you
to be defeated By some freak mix of Shady friends Who may try to make this beef stick But any chance that my foot wont' snap off Into their greasy ass,
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high (Sir, can you open
pollinated by the "Be" Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete How do you define divine that finds street? "Hip bop," the color of my leaves Not
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