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Dont try to claim things I havent earned honest, man. Slick Rick and Outkast is on this jam. What kid? Diamond on the 2-2 grand. Trying to help raise all youth to man. Slick the ruler rick, his
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. Never get enough. We are all on drugs, yeah. Give me some of that stuff And you twitch in your sleep. 'Cause you wanna hit the street. When you're on drugs. And you cause such a fuss 'cause. There's
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Take your like in your own hands. Walk down the street looking over your shoulder. Who will you meet?. . An it's a big crowd tonight. Look at the street lights. It's a big crowd tonight. Look
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come on, take me away, you better take me away You better hit the spot if you want I can make you pop. So let go, electro, take it nice and slow. Come on, boy, come on, boy, come on, boy Now I know
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come on, take me away, you better take me away You better hit the spot if you want I can make you pop. So let go, electro, take it nice and slow. Come on, boy, come on, boy, come on, boy Now I know
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come on, take me away, you better take me away You better hit the spot if you want I can make you pop. So let go, electro, take it nice and slow. Come on, boy, come on, boy, come on, boy Now I know
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Somewhere in a room. With a poster on a wall. Of a man with his hand. In a fist Is a woman who's drinking. And her dress is so tight. You can see every breath. That she takes Every sigh, every
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Intro Sean Paul & Sofía Reyes. Ready with the crazy love, it ain't strange to us. Dancing on dangerous, Sean da Paul, Sofía, Imanbek. Verse 1 Sean Paul & Sofía Reyes. Crazy vibes so we livin' it
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If you see me walking down the street. And I start to cry each time we meet. Walk on by, walk on by Make believe. That you don't see the tears. Sure just let me grieve in private. 'Cause each
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. Heureuse si tu peux aller danser. Chante, danse baby pop. Comme si demain baby pop. Ne devait jamais baby pop. Jamais revenir. Chante, danse baby pop. Comme si demain baby pop. Au petit matin baby pop. Tu
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trunk. On you. He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the dump boy. Don't make me go pop the trunk. On you. . 11 30 and I'm pullin up dirty smoking babbage out the
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Jd On Tha Track. Iceberg want a bag, bitch. We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang. And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain. I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change. We ain't
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Song Go For The Throat - Iggy Pop. I was layin' in a coma. By the side of some damn road. My fuckin' heart was poundin'. Like I thought I would explode. I had no protection. No family or friends. I
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. Won't you come over check up on it, (I'm gonna let you work up on it). Ladies let em check up on it, (watch it while he check up on it). Dip it, pop it, twirk it, stop it, check on me tonight. If you got
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. . Down On The Corner, out in the street,. Willy and the Poorboys are playin';. Bring a nickel; tap your feet. . Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,. Blinky, thumps the gut bass
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. . Down On The Corner, out in the street,. Willy and the Poorboys are playin';. Bring a nickel; tap your feet. . Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,. Blinky, thumps the gut bass
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of the silence from the street down below. Crowd is gonna stare,girl doesn't show. I can see her, I believe her would I say something new. Love is in the air, girl on the roof Love is in the air
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I'll be around, love is on our side. I'll be around, love is on our side. I'll be around, love is on our side. I'll be around Love is a two way street. Didn't know what pain could bring. Time
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A hundred O's and X's lighting up the dark . Now they turned into a question mark. . I was in my favorite party spot . Sippin on my favorite soda pop . I saw this guy come rock it up . So shy and
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up . Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp . Down on the corner, out in the street . 'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin' . Bring a nickel, tap your feet . Rooster hits the washboard and
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. . Down on the corner, out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin'. Bring a nickel, tap your feet. . Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile. Blinky, thumps the gut bass and
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flow. Giving everybody such a show. But I'm back on my feet again I'm flying high. Watching my back again or I could die. Out on the street again I'm riding high. Worried 'bout anything that passes
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Song Crash Street Kids - Mott The Hoople. See my thoughts and then see my scars. See my clothes, I dress to kill. See my blood and see my gun. The crash street kids are comin' to get ya. (Better run
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Song The Jerk - Iggy Pop. Look, here comes the jerk!. See the guy with the fakey smile,. Talkin' to my girl in a friendly style. He thinks he's quite the flirt,. She'd suck a rats' dick before she'd
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down deep in my soul for too long. I fell through the cracks at the end of our street. Let's go to the beach,. Get the sand through our feet. Bring on the wonder. Bring on the song. I pushed you down
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If you see me walking down the street. And I start to cry each time we meet. Walk on by, walk on by. Make believe. That you don't see the tears. Just let me grieve. In private 'cause each time