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to Paris
Je parlez Français with the baddest
She wanted to stay for the weekend but by Saturday, well man vanished

Said I'm back to the old me
And I'm one

Spit Shine Your Black Clouds

The Blood Brothers

Young Machetes

2006

You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
John lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
Spit shine

that "B" shit
By the way, I love free shit
But nothing in life is free
Not even free shit
Anyway
I'm in Miami, man, I'm prolly in the shade
Since my hair

a bitch better
And ine said she saw John

I'm jst hear fr d thread like a surgeon
Am just here for the joint like the surgeon
Orthopedically speaking omo

[Doe Mac talking]
Woo
You know we had to do it
Come on ya'll
Mishon Let's go ahead and get to this remix
He only 10
Let's make em turn
Come on let's

Don't Stimulate

Anotha Level

On Anotha Level

1994

glasses no longer are we sober
October, my birthday when's yours?
She said it was in May and by the way I'm a Taurus
Pour us two more glass of Aleza,

gotta to come up out the grime
talking bout changing things,
in this game i seen some stranger things
shit was upside down
i had to reaarrange
know what

You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass
John Lennon and the Rolling Stones crooning in plastic bags
Spit shine your

talking to god like the pastor
Damn
Tired of being the reason why my mom cried
So I tried to sell weed just to get by
Now I'm known as one of the most high

smoking talking bout what's real 

Seems the other day we had a lil spot in the backyard 
Then John and Andy helped build the garden and take our dreams

enough, feel it in your cuticles
See it moving through
Your body, ima bad man like John Gotti
Perfect for the ones who so naughty
Sipping on Bacardi
Looking

it with a RAW
They done let my homie ina door he like John Wall
If I lose it all in one day back to stacking (Dough)
Dude ass say he gettin money nigga

green acres
You buy neat trainers (Nikes)
You were more real as an ID faker
Make enough love songs and
You might see paper when you see 1
The label see

And rap with all that consciousness
Talking drug agendas turned the
Party into politics
Popping pills way in the back
The toilet seat all vomited
Papa John

I can't stop that shit
Perkies got me feelin' lit
All relaxed and shit
Tryna blow her back and shit
But I can't love that bitch
You know I had to dump

(*talking*)
Man, sitting here thinking
Knowing I miss y'all boys, man
I hope y'all feel this, we miss you

[Hook - 2x]
How we, miss our G's
Every