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the thermometer goes way up And the weather is sizzling hot Mister GOB for his squab, A marine for his queen A G.I. for his cutie-pie is not Cause it's too
find a phone booth quite in time A G-I gets a lotta laughs if he remembers all the funny lines Mama bake a pie daddy kill a chicken your son is comin'
A-B-C-D-E-G I never learned to spell At least not well. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 I never learned to count A great amount. But my busy mind is burning
you know I got It bitch I got my broads if u want em On the C.O.D please 5 g's I don't promise but I got good numbers Tote two thunder, sat that
think I'm a thug She still don't like me Ya' friends think I'm a ghetto thug But this is ghetto love that they can't see, G I know when it
and villages flyin' by Farewell, frauleins; don't you cry You'll soon get another G.I. Come on, train, and get the lead out Well, one more day we gotta
roamin' blues Can't find no place to settle, woo, I got those roamin' blues Joined a club in old Saint Louis, that G.I. free loot club Stood in line so
the crowd go wild This imitation Elvis may not be the King But baby I'm the next best thing Singing Viva Las Vegas and the G.I. Blues Won't you Love
A-B-C-D-E-G I never learned to spell At least not well. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 I never learned to count A great amount. But my busy mind is burning
on your coat and T-I-E You wanna get the rabbit out the L-O-G You gotta make a cold motion like a D-O-G Yeah, like a D-O-G Like a D-O-G I got a good
is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me Don't they know
you still sneak out and see me Ya' friends think I'm a ghetto thug But this is ghetto love that they can't see, G I know when it rains it
A-B-C-D-E-G I never learned to spell At least not well. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 I never learned to count A great amount. But my busy mind is burning
of tearful goodbyes Newsreel commentators said "Cheerio, G.I. brides" Soon they'll be finding the cold facts and lies New words for suspenders and young
gots to watch myself - especially my health, before anything else My life, my wealth, I'ma G, and I do what gangsta's do And they do it like me and my
and proceed, to flow You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe Fuck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter Black is intellectual, cat that is
and proceed, to flow You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo, Joe Fuck, I run amuck, 'cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter Black is intellectual, cat that
the gun, the bullet's the 9 volt Fuck the convo, here go the pyro G.I. Joe mixed with Desperado I ride low with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe
(fresh), Rahzel will rock (fresh) Like D-O-you-G-I-E (fresh) And I'm known for the....... And not for the........ Rahzel the Godfather,
the presence of our enemy Now we soon to be, one in unity One two three I'm a G But the God inside is that G I chose to be The world is a stage and everybody
(fresh), Rahzel'll rock (fresh) Like D-O-you-G-I-E (fresh) And I'm known for the And not for the Rahzel the Godfather, the entertainer No other title
a pistol (oh) Restart, new vehicle, I done jumped out, G.I. Joe God forgives, but I don't (I don't), Lord, have mercy, I don't (oh) Big shot, big dog,
I'm that pretty lil bih pretty mathafucka 41020 in this madafacka To mi niño en el sur moviendo las placa Esto e música pa g ratatatatata I ain't
was a DJ Two, one, yep, three S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in making all
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