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hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Everyday you wake up, give thanks
Say a prayer
Thank God for life
Thank God for protecting your family
Thank God for everything He has given to you
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I could flying with them
Now your not here
Like the sun trough the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf
and a smiley face, I'm insane
Every rhyme I say sons you like an ultra-violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred, buffet style, all the shit you can eat
$11.99, so come
I say sons you like an ultra-violet ray
I'm sellin' hatred, buffet style, all the sh- you can eat
$11.99, so come on and pile a plate
I'm throwin'
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
around as if I'm someone else
Your hands are mine i do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive, come alive
In the fire I call your name
changes
And I thank far stars, then it all hit me
And I want to thank you all for coming along with me
Like aw yeah, glad to be here
I went from living in
have to leave here, but you did
You knew your purpose was bigger and you accepted it
And for that, I'll always thank you
I be acting tough, but I miss
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
tonight
Thank you to the Northern lights
For guiding you home
They made me believe
Asked the stars
To bring you from so very far
With all my faith
Now here
enjoy this moment
For life" not be here trying
To enjoy every moment?
Absolutely and that's the thing it
Kinda just comes so quickly
Pause!
And then
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
From those in the world to those in the cage riffin'
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp
At the end of the day they still gonna follow
here, give God thanks about that (Thank you God)
Wasn't here from the jump then you can't hang around (Fuck you)
Aye (bitch) out here broke, you in danger
Don't be preoccupied by affaires of monetary
All the time your attitude is importante
This one is not green it is blue
Thanks for playing you got some
to come up here and hold my pickle to satisfy this weird man out here on the stage?
Frank: You're probably wondering why we call it a pickle . . .
Ray
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
come from
I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm smooth and imperial
I wake up every morning to my Lucky Charms cereal
Times get drastic, yeah I'm a classic
Dogg
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
come from
I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm smooth and imperial
I wake up every morning to my Lucky Charms cereal
Times get drastic, yeah I'm a classic
Dogg
ghetto weakness come Rick is
the one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
Uhh who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't
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