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Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it's sunny (Yeah!) But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery From A.C. to O.G. to P.G
of the palm of his hand Now he's a half a boy and half a man. Or else the S.P.G. 's gonna clear the streets. They never made no provision in the original
of the palm of his hand Now he's a half a boy and half a man. Or else the S.P.G. 's gonna clear the streets. They never made no provision in the original
West's shoulder I'm the nominee of the G.O.P. Or G.O.P. But if, baby, I'm the bottom You're the top You're the top You're a Waldorf salad You're
Freddy D (That's me) Ooh wee, in the place to see Snoop D.G. double G from the D.P.G.C. Red light, green light Red light, green light Red light,
a gold rapper like reeses pieces. Remy Ma rated are, y'all rated P.G, 13 worth cream Damn I talk greezy! [Hook] [Fat Joe:] you know that neck tite, you
(Kurupt) D-O double G, P-O-you-N-D, Yeah Ima gangsta and that's all I be. I'm gettin lucky bitches like 1,2,3. (Daz) Be sure to talk. If she a freak then we
creek with no way to escape When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes What the fuck you thought, G.P. connects when Majority of these
here I see you Screw, peep this E.S.G. and P-A-T, doing it like a Screw reunion We up before the sunrise, this paper we persuing So tell me what you
looks so real on the big L-C-D Murder and violence are rated P-G, too bad for the children They are what they see The whole world's living in
L-C-D Murder and violence are rated P-G, too bad for the children They are what they see The whole world's living in a digital dream It's not really
at me Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G. If I ever get home to Houston alive Then I won't drive a truck anymore I've driven the big rigs for all
P.L.U.G. L.O.V.E Loveeeee Loveeeee P.L.U.G. L.O.V.E Loveeeee Loveeeee Its a different type of love Take you out to dinner hit the mall buy you sum
yeah yeh yuh a huhya S-O-U-P D-O-GEE S-O-U-P D-O-G yah yah S-O-U-P D-O-GEE S-O-U-P G-O-D Me and my boys are soup dogs Ridin round with the roof off Me
shit, bitch Ion want yo love Take my nut then leave, play it P, keep it G, fuck you mean Never put your full trust in these bitches, cause these bitches
That's how I spark the see And I do it that's on D.P.G. Hollin at people choped it up just like a p We chillin in the place to be Yeah homie
nueva gata, can you feel me? que este pa mi, y no sea como la shit que me busque el trip, que sea bien trip sex, que le metas al P.I.N.G su
on Yo my song's on, here's your T-I-P Move in V.I.P., G-strings of energy, Esham and me Rack up control and move when the butts stack up Panties get
80, moins Colombine qu'Arlequin Sachant pianoter sur la gamme, qui va du grand sourire aux larmes Être un P.D.g en bas noirs, sexy, comme autrefois,
the Hacienda village boys But now it's time for me to talk about the killas But can't forget about the millers B-S-P, I-G and the Denver lands H two-zeroes,
[Featuring Problemz] Intro: F.B. B.K. G.P. universal. Verse 1: I specialize in poetic calisthenics And stay on my P's and Q's
the other cheek It's the R-E-U-P G-A-N-G Got it for cheap
J.u.m.p.i.n.g. jumping in gomorrah, I'm religion free J.u.m.p.i.n.g. jumping in gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your horn of plenty Gold calves,
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your horn of plenty Gold
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