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majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
timing had to be perfect
Worthless feelings building inside the mother of Tim's kids
He got two boys plus she know where all of his friends live
We
convinced that he is Paul Blart
Now that homeless guys surrounded in the parking lot by cop cars
See Tim is an example of a coward with no balls
And Tim's
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
was just a dad.
Together they raised a family, three daughters and two sons
Who grew up to have lives all their own.
cnd as the years flew by them they
ain't hold no grudge
I had a child with her, baby it's warm in love
Then Christmas Eve we was playin two hand spades
You rolled on up, Ace I'm sorry
sticky for real
Take down the trap, I done did it for real
Crossed by my partners, that's envy for real
Got a feal Kodak I'm diein to live
Tellin' myself
slept adjacent, laid there in waiting
Separated by hospital blinds
Little did we know a process had been initiated
Halted, then resolved with adoption
it basketball
How we come thru, dunk In like Tim (like Tim)
Getting to the M's (M's)
Feeling like I'm Meek nigga (meek)
I fuck on the first link
You
can't win
And left wondering when this pain will ever end
Look again, it's cause of our sin we can't win
Our lives hangs in the wind, stuck in the lion's
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
opportunity, for you and me
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
the gym posted by the sto'
I got that 40 that I got from Tim
I can't leave the house without it on me
That's just how I live
I can't leave the house without
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
Than I'm cool in California, Yea I'm cool in California
VERSE 2
There's stars on the strip but I'm staring at you
And that street corner guitar is
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
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