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even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside I used
Yoda A Florida, Pensacola There's more to roll-a by Motorola I'm in control-a, I hit the quota I made this beat sound while I was in Minnesots Fuck,
Tretí track bol hit Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher (Ha) To sú presne ti isti
yeah yeah, yeah) Keeps the world grooving, grooving Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh Now if you want to step You gotta play it by the rules You gotta
By the time you make one I'll be on ten Hit the studio nigga, and do it again To the beat y'all, and it don't stop It goes on cause I don't stop
the world grooving, grooving Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh Now if you want to step You gotta play it by the rules You gotta do what I do When I do, what I
I needed I hit the road on the weekends to do a show Ain't ask for money but they Still gave a lil' dough Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row
'em grown and then watch 'em lead Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot Y'all
you off Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin Missing the game, damn bitch it's
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972. Outlawed by the Fascist
yeah yeah, yeah) Keeps the world grooving, grooving Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh Now if you want to step You gotta play it by the rules You gotta
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One, Two, Three, Four, Five Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten Are you ready! Další rok další album sick byl Jsem a dál budu sick Uplynulej rok byl sick
on hard I be rippin them tracks And by the time it hit the shelves I'll be gettin' it back! So many niggaz playa hatin' So I'm totin a gat Pistol grippin',
keep it started Yeah, yeah, violater the album Go, go, go!! [l boogie] This is for my mob and my thug niggas Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well We are some partying mothafuckas" Tired of these rappers Tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances By these fucking backpackers And I'm sick
by the CIA or the industry Know where black hands be on black Glocks No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot 1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it? I swear I parked my car, shit Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat Open my eyes, see my car
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but the break of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original, teacher of this type
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style
You said you're gonna get up off the couch (you won't) You said you're gonna put an album out (you won't) You said you're gonna go out on a limb (you
(Wheezy outta here) Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
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