Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the north side
Sea shells, and palm trees
I call you, you call me
Talk all night, mob all day
"Girl where you at?" "Boy I'm on my way"
On the beach again
long
City gettin sketchy I just think im feeling past gone
Sittin drinkin louie, ratatouille made by Gaston
Dont you rat on yourself
MVP dont envy me man
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
Never thought
I'd be playing a part
In the plot
Of your
Sabotage
But these bygones
Are lasting long
And so I thought I'd
Wrap them up
Throw them in
of long-down-trodden man!
Glory O! to mount Leinster's own darling and pride:
Dauntless Kelly, the boy from Killanne!
Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
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mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
of mouth, the streets talkin
I'm in the D-Town, droppin' off a sea hawk
Hit her with some G talk
And slide off with that east side long beach sea walk,
Tana's by the Troubadour
Harry Dean singing Oh Danny Boy
After hours at the Overpass
Hour after hour at the Overpass
I went looking for Warren
label
(in collaboration with DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris
And the producer Hit Boy) predictably
The pharmaceutical combine Novartis
Objected to
The title
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
on the grip
Call me Rick Ross smokin on the good
Posted in the hood n i wish a nigga would
SK on the seat filt to the tip
Phantom ridin to da beach with a grill
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
way, that's how I get it
Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
We gon' throw our set up (set up)
And we gon'
as long as they can't see our faces
One, Two
One two, you got it
Wootah
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
I been trynna teach em how to trap
But they ain’t been listening
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
Babaluci
by: Lou Monte
(spoken)
When I was a little boy, my mother used
to take me for walks along the beach.
And I remember the first time I saw
and drink beer by the crate
i go's away..........another can
i sold my car and bought a camper-van
but i only got as far as fukin' Porthcawl
when the engine
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Strip
Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but
Well it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach
I was a reserve D.J. playing Colombian mountain beats
Andres Landero, ay mi sombrero
Hold onto
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