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M-O M-O-R M-O-R-N-I-N-G M-O M-O-R M-O-R-N-I-N-G-W-O-O-D If you're rock and roll, disco, heavy metal angel Come on everybody, to the Nth
G.Kahn/W.Donaldson Love me or leave me and let me be lonely You won't believe me but I love you only I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody
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G.R.O.W. Grow! I know because you are here and we live by the sun You know why Til' someone comes down and takes all the fun, You don't owe
baby G-O-L-D-D-I-G-G-I-N-G-W-H-O-R-E (I love you baby) G-O-L-D-D-I-G-G-I-N-G-W-H-O-R-E Everybody knows she's a gold-digging whore She's
Umi³owanie Mój poci¹g pêdzi W strony nieznane Lecz wszystko bêdzie (póŸniej czy prêdzej) zapamiêtane Peregrynacja Znajdzie swój fina³
P...I...G...S...W...I...L...L DESTROY... ALL... GIRLS! Nomadic honeymooners pick up hitchhiker... shackin up, shakin down Stagin RAMSHACKLE RUN
(har dee har har, start start the car) D-why-I-n-g w-a-t-see-h be -a-t-t-e-are-I-e-s He's got in his hands an electrical box Got in his hands
So they made you pay. Now it's time for paybacks and sweet smell of revange. When I steal your girlfriend you'll wish you were my friend. V O O D O O G
in this era of G.W. Bush We must load mental ammunition and bust, thus I'm a hold you down, I got you One more repetition, I'm a spot you This is
gettin' tired of dealing with the p-i-g-see-o-w-a-are-d Cro-Magnum, meter maid fed, cinder block (hed) How to serve and protect everything that you
crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll
as if he was the supreme being Clocking the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow And horror will follow
like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow And horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars Politicians, modern
my Tre' ride It's a fly day to make some G's On the W-E-ST-I-D-E And I'ma stay fly, bouncin' in ma Tre' ride And it goes one to the deuce
1-800 713 G R O-W "Hello Dr. Greenthumb, paging Dr. Greenthumb!" [B-Real] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb I'd like to tell you just where I'm
at my rest The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock well The nail in the coffin of your average rapper Jeff do the ditto for your average
them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in
G-are-O-W-N-A-S-S-M-A-N, ducking his own death threats And stay fresh (What?) Microscopic Sally Struthers with a lobster bib, Munching on white platelets Epiphanies leap out
you know that I do it all night Fuck to the morning, I get it right Brave-hearts, about to blow G-w-i-z I'm telling these hoes [Chorus] [Verse:
niggas for life, the roots of the G tree N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E [The Game] We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes Bitch we put the whole car
give it, the culture that we live in Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real niggaz for life, the roots of the G tree N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E
That G) If you got endo (Spit That G) If you got currency (Spit That G) W.T.C. (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit That G) Say Spit That G (Spit
to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W