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they're down with us Ms melodie, she's down with us Just-ice and dmx, they're down with us My manager moe, he's down with us Castle-d boy, he's down with us
His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid Plumber Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers? Or Nat King Cole, that style is old 100 G's up
on the out-of-work streets Before he began to understand Before he began to understand And Joe got hired by a bowery bar sweeping up the saloon As his rag would
as a mouse She said, 'Now Mister Lost John, be my friend Be my friend up until the end.' Well ('cause) he's long, long, long gone (Well, l'm talkin'
a cramp He went by me, got my suit damp I saved her life, she nearly drowned He showed up, splashing around Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those
ah ha, dodo ah ha, dodo she swam by me she got a cramp he ran by me got my suit damp I saved her life she nearly drowned he showed off splashing
[Chorus] That don't make me a bad guy Don't scar my resume Don't you give me a black eye Judgin' by my day-to-day He's in love with
Gettin ready for a little romance The rustic romeo pursued me Now is his chance He showed me such emotion that I finally Thats what tdo if hes
wanna do coke Cruel summer It was such a cruel summer I got my heart broke By a late cummer He always beat my pussy Hard like a drummer But he never
dem white packs where my white socks at Niggas say he so white he tellin a white lie Neva sold no white and he ain't neva see a white pie Man I swear
to my heart Blue skies and blue eyes are a hell of a way to start Letting it go would be the hardest part Hello summer, goodbye to my heart Yeah, he
The garden gnome The garden gnome, best part of the Summer The garden gnome, just standin' by my brother The garden gnome, the best part of the Summer is
We're running, we're running, we're running out of time [Chorus] My life got cold It happened many years ago When summer slipped away So chill now
for a walk I just hear your daddy talk “Don’t give him a reason to hold on” Now he’s blocking all my calls He don’t understand at all If only Julia
on some, "Stay solid" shit, used to make play by the colleges JP brought Mason Turner, our sense the road was a major earner Nigga, my life full
yeah Yeah, he packed his bags, filled his tank with gas Man, it went by so fast Too good to last, yeah, just like that It was goodbye summer, you
My plug - i don't think he licensed he never leave the spot My drug - a PYT with a Bachelors Give nothin but honest answers to shit that I'm asking
and graphic grammar My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama Get touched by my Arm and Hammer All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
[Written by Blue Oyster Cult] All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin') Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
makes my blood boil And the Summer is wrong, The Summer feels so cold By now I've come to know Winter peace, Summer War! "We have witnessed this
my brothers I can go farther if I'm guided by the mother Whatever level rappers on, KRS is on another This that raw Emceein' you don't want none
need something Heard he got jacked out his Glock, we 'bout to keep something Hold on, before you come to my crib, don't leave nothing Pull up on his
need something Heard he got jacked out his Glock, we 'bout to keep something Hold on, before you come to my crib, don't leave nothing Pull up on his
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