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and the pimps, for everybody, south side Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine, piece shine Pull up looking clean on two twenty's nigga Put your fist up if you
wanna be sedated [Incomprehensible] hours a day I wanna be sedated Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours a day I wanna be sedated Oh, I got drugs They'll
braided I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated But hold up! You better get your own style Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while! And when you see
(uh) Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey (uh-huh) 'Cause you ain't nothin' but a playboy that turned bunny (yeah) And the only the thing left
that you can kill [Chours] Seventeen shots in a clip, twenty-eight grams in an ounce Everybody bounce, twenty-six inch hues on a truck Thirty-six
old yeah i wanna be sedated twenty twenty twenty four hours a day i wanna be sedated! here comes the break here comes the kicker now
boy I got so many ways Ways to get paid Twenty four hours Money to be made I started off with nothing Now I'm platinum black mase Back then ?? women Now
Love don't love you Love just haunts your world 20 years ago you tried to take my eyes Thought you loved the world And I believed the lies
thinkin' Haven't had a break in 20 years I've been drinkin' Telephone calls Insanity is just another ring away I get the paper Take a look at it
cellular phone, in the bushes was mi gat-a Ya can't fuck with mi posse 'cause mi posse be strapped Ya want your ganja, Xtra Large'll you a fat 20 sack-a
Twenty dollars before the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Got a ticket
need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb I got about a fifty, so Loc what's
Screw (you see it) Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it) [Chorus:] Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it) You got
Innocence, is dead Four and twenty black boys singing in the street Getting high, most things, wishing they were free My angel, my devil, my hell, my
remember me (x20) Oh, remember me please remember me When the patrons laugh That's my epitaph remember me (x20) Oh, remember me please remember me When I
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Look like DJ Chose) I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive I got sticks inside the car, too many niggas
to the mall and tear down the inside In that Prada, Gucci, full-mink leather (leather) Burberry's cool, Coogi sweater (sweater) Twenty-inches, pop my feather
Oh, yeah Ma mère m'a dit, "Antoine, fais-toi couper les cheveux" Je lui ai dit "ma mère, dans 20 ans, si tu veux Je ne les garde pas pour me faire
Lil niggas gotta sit down, or get down Yeah '24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds "20, I wanna
(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) And if y'all
at twenty-five, I can't afford it Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it Plan aborted, you and your mans get
menos cuando te sientas sola en brazos de otro amor y sepas que aun existo y que vivo mi vida o alomejor ya no y me estarás llamando cada 20 de abril y
Put it on his ass if he don't hook up then pay up (Nigga if you got lets continue to deal) (If you move twenty birds I consider you real) Put it
I worked there seven years. When was this? [spoken words – Moses Asch] Hmmmm? Oh, that was way back in the 20s … 28, way back in there. And then I,
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