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Thirty three recorded miracles. Thirty two paths of wisdom. Thirty one equal frequency ratios. Thirty Celsius degrees. Twenty nine years to orbit the sun.
a man When I met Ann, I soaked her pans We ended up freakin' by garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me
You's a little nigga fit right up in a 6 by 3 Layin' up like this Lips sewn shut eyes closed Niggas walk past the casket damn shorty nice pose You was
San Anselmo My waitress my waitress my waitress Said it was coming down Said it hadn't happened in over thirty years But it was laying on the ground
freakin' by garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me head She likes to freak was all she said We jumped in
I've got a house down by the ocean The rent is not too high And I love to watch the ships come in And hear the seagulls cry And lately I've been
Rollie shinin', fifty thou' Copped the whip and the house All these hoes in my ride Might just get a DUI Never told, never lie Got my whole squad by
by a garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me head She likes to freak is all she said We jumped in
by a garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me head She likes to freak is all she said We jumped in
bitches each direction like they letters And if you open up, we gone know everything you tell her Thirty poppa gang And all we know is bang It's deeper than
a man When I met Ann, I soked her pans We ended up freakin' by garbage can The next young freak I met was Red I took her to the house and she gave me
It's my favorite time of the year Ready set go no fear And ima do what I want cause I can And ima drop it low for my man Ah Ah Ima live my best life
Wa alaikum as salaam Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost three thirty five No
ways One hundred loving ways There are one hundred ways to love a cat One hundred loving ways Way thirty-three: don't let them chew on power cords One
Shootin' dice, I done hit for ten thousand I was in a gamblin' house For three days straight My mans came to look for me Make sure I'm safe I laughed so hard
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch And a house on the hill 365 7days I believe crack pays My
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch And a house on the hill 365 7days I believe crack pays My
of being a famous DJ just to find that I'd hate it Always traveling, never home Late nights in those stale clubs With burnt out thirty years olds And people
You can keep the house Didn't wanna move in, anyway Thirty years ahead And you still wanna play it safe Y'know, winter's gone But you're too cool for
a flame A blue flame jumping off a gas stove Somebody lit i was three years old I felt fear, real fear For the first time in my life but i Remember it also
for a ounce a Kush Three Fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a charger (Take it all you need me) Two hundred for all cops on the first
be lying Ran in his trap, only had three ounces Left a nigga dead by the duplex houses You a ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses Trap off vaco's
buried six feet deep (Buried six feet deep) And they also discovered three neglected kids in that house All of them under three years old (Under three
Your clothes all torn and your face is dirty Eighteen years old lookin' like you're thirty, ha ha ha ha ha ha Yo listen, listen, Kid can we say,
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