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in the hood I live. Passin' homies on the block, gettin' major respect. And by then y'all the hen dog is taken effect Never panic hit Atlantic then I banked to right. Pulled straight Nell in B's
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furnace of desire. And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,. Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire. . Atlantic City by the cold grey sea. I hear a voice
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Atlantic. Dab daddy, I'm the king of the fashion! (Takeout!). I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy. I'm the dab daddy, I'm the dab daddy (yo). Hoes calling me the dab daddy. Hoes calling me the dab daddy.
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Shanghai to Saigon, Tokyo to Taiwan. Beijing to Hong Kong something to bite on. Valley, Atlantic, Garvey, I drive on . 3 in the morning, cafes got their lights on. Chorus. So what we hang out?. So what we
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from the Wabash Cannonball. . From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore. Up the hills and down the mountains and the valleys to the shore. She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite
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man who lives in Tennessee. He was headin for, Pennsylvania, and some home made pumpkin pie. From Pennsylvania, folks are travelin down to Dixies sunny shore. From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the
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same. I've left my heart to you but it's not fair,. 'Cause you're taking me for granted, baby. I made a start with you but it's not fair,. 'Cause you're over the Atlantic, baby. One journey for you
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. I'm sick. Going where the Jungle is clicking. In England the trans-Atlantic. In Harlem where demands don't quit. . Kioka. Levitating and useless debating. In these dvastating times. . Tricky
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). With the mic I blast men on sight. So off the hook Atlantic, Bell had to go on strike. Doc did it metaphors come kitted. Twenty-twenty vision comes tinted from being so high. (So high). So high so
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kinds of drugs with no undercovers. Those motherfuckers can't flop dogs In any form, this rough coughs quick. I'm sick going where the Jungle is clicking. In England the trans-Atlantic. In Harlem
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I'm still at it, the microphone addict. You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it. Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic. For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra
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I'm still at it, the microphone addict. You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it. Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic. For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra
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, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their * togehter anyway
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He swivels his head. Tears his eyes from the screen. As his past puts him back. In Atlantic City. There's not even a demon. In Heaven or Hell. Is it all just human disguise. As I walk down the
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, and I know tonight, I am definitely. I am positively. I just have to get. Mark volman & howard kaylan. Bent, reamed and wasted. Jimmy carl black. A disaster area the size of atlantic city, new
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, and I know tonight, I am definitely. I am positively. I just have to get. Mark volman & howard kaylan. Bent, reamed and wasted. Jimmy carl black. A disaster area the size of atlantic city, new
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get it on. Call up Miami. Atlantic, Atlantis. And gonna get it on, gonna get it on. Gonna get it on, gonna get it on. Watch 'em fly from the sky (sky). While we line up the wall. Like confetti, how it
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Vincent, falls on a Triumph line. I got my motorcycle jacket but I'm walking all the time. South Atlantic wind blows, ice from a dying creed. I see no glory, when will we be free This is England. We can
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. Atlantic city. Lord we would talk about that night. Yeah we're talking about some boy. Bet to the Savoy. Bet to the Savoy. To the Savoy. Never romping stomp away. We're shakin' at the Savoy. You
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), we keep 'em comin' back. I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic. I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic. I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega. He owe me a hundred favors. I
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(yeah). I just paid a quarter for a Patek, don't panic (woo). Flyin' 'cross Atlantic and I'm eatin' fancy (woo). Sittin' at home, know you niggas can't stand me (haha). I'm on FaceTime and your bitch
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' she was all mine. Shootin' the gift, exchanged digits, the whole nine. Spent about 850 in Atlantic City. After you, boo, my attitude is real. Scenery sunny, act one, near a money machine. Jumped
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I'm still at it, the microphone addict. You get your dome splattered, cause homey will not have it. Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic. For actin like you a teenage chick with her bra
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this anyday. Anyway. on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes. Yo kid don't say that. That's when we bumped heads. with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic. The way them niggaz lookin