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, laxin . dennis know the game, he in the crowd mackin . all up off the dome, no need to pin it friend . me and my nigga we gettin in . told my man plain pat, dog ever since day one . we gon get it poppin
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go hand to hand with you, I go hammer . Knock off his dome, wrap it up in his own banner . Send it back to Rome with a message from the Zulu . If you battle Shaka, this will happen to you . If you
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Patron. Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome. Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone. I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars. Still gettin' money off the yola white
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knows hockey aint for black kids,. They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick,. Pinnin every dome in Hollywood to the matress,. Sin in every city, LA to Manhattan. Grinnin like Im guilty, but I dunno
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more. That's a lie, I'm way too fly. I love anything with ass that walk by. Yeah you love her, yeah you hug her and you kiss her. She dome me up, she give me face like some whiskers. Tia’s and Tamera’s
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hill, in your big home. I'm out here, risking my dome. Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat. just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say "* it". (Be-Real) Here is something you can't understand. (Sen Dog
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a fling if a bwoy slip You betta keep a weapon to protect your own. I keep an automatic steady ready get this on. I put it right up to yo dome then I wet the chrome. And when I kill you the da feds
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believe me. Keeping it breezy, just me and my Weekend CD. Wanna fly in for the week and you see me. Can tell I be beating it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be. With the dome trash, and she
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spot till you lose control. You died? I'll go out alone. Bitch, you must be out your dome. Fresh new kicks, I cut the floor. Ludicrous, I throw them vogues. Life of the party got the bitches laughing
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creep kinda smooth With the gat to the nigga's dome now he's sleeps. One shot to the top body flopped on the seat. Peep , I dumped on the lil' skinny passenger. A bitch is screamin' in a rage so I
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I'm really wiggin' out. In my dome I roam, no time to doubt. * up you right there while I was rhymin'. Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin' Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
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remote control it! (Yeah ho). She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K. O. D. she leave with me. She got friends, bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks. Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like
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like strobe light. Look like I'm moving slo mo'. Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas. With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em. Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja. Redbone in the shower. Hello
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a fling if a bwoy slip You betta keep a weapon to protect your own. I keep an automatic steady ready get this on. I put it right up to yo dome then I wet the chrome. And when I kill you the da feds
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like lactose. I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone. For real, put it on her like wrapped dome, f'real. Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors. We run laps around e'ry artist on your
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creep kinda smooth With the gat to the nigga's dome now he's sleeps. One shot to the top body flopped on the seat. Peep , I dumped on the lil' skinny passenger. A bitch is screamin' in a rage so I
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I'm really wiggin' out. In my dome I roam, no time to doubt. * up you right there while I was rhymin'. Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin' Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
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trick. Lick my swagger, suck my sick Get high get low get sticky get rich. Get yo own show get down get quick. You slow, you blow, you broke your fix Terror dome, home swag home. Terror dome, home
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Now them fools wants to kick in my door. Bringin' over the change if you think that you can * with this. Bam, pops to the dome bitch. Motherfuckers hate to see a true nigga flamboast. Bringin' in
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ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees. I say Rav, they say Roxy mon,. They think it's real cute while they giving me dome. Ab-Liva. Liva. Heh, the cross I bear,. So fly in that purple label
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you do. Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down. And write you a little poem. But off of the dome would probably be a little more. More suitable for this type of song
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lesson I preach I. talk sense condensed into the form of a poem Full. of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome I'm. kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturity I'm. not a child I, don't need
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?". Government officials put taps on my mobile phones. Nations overthrown hold my own on my zone. Prone to leave your dome blown poem after poem homes. Jones for the tones rome with me turn your motor on
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Patron. Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome. Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone. I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars. Still gettin' money off the yola white
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for me to get drunk, and follow me home. Picture what I'm gone give to you, a shot to yo dome. Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too. I'm really not givin a *, as long as I
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ceo. Everything I do is big like the nigga Ceaser-leo. Wont stop till I'm dead. Aint gotta watch for the feds. They aint watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head. . As I take a patrone shot to
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hoin', Ira Reiner. Can kiss my grits like Flo, on Mel's Diner. I'm meaner than a motherfuckin' hyena chasin' antelope. Put my chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a cantaloupe I can't stand a rope
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the crowd mackin. All up off the dome, no need to pin it friend. Me and my nigga we gettin in. Told my man plain pat, dog ever since day one. We gon get it poppin, that's what I'm in for. If you
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Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track. Stop as we drop this bomb. Blow up this place like another Vietnam. Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome. Back up son give me room
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to swing it like a Louisville slugger,. Right at the head of a sucka,. Crack home run. how did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? Uh!. I tried to make your head ring like a church bell. I
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pyramid, the squid decor. Excuse me, todd. The big ol' giant underwater door. The dome, the bubbles, the blue light. Light, light, light, light. Light, light, light, light. Blue light blue light. The
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, they came way back was killing it. Who's the wildest B-boy with the paid style that's ill Encased in a glass dome I pull mikes like filaments. I'm tungsten, light within that causes something. Lick
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glaring back,. She's on edge and got the bug from sharing smack,. So she says, "Hey, what the * you staring at?". He smiles, an unsteady hand rubs on his dome,. She takes a seat, a messy band of
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prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand. Got knowledge in my dome. In command of my life, never ever live trife. Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike. Now I'm on my road to riches and bitches
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knows hockey aint for black kids,. They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick,. Pinnin every dome in Hollywood to the matress,. Sin in every city, LA to Manhattan. Grinnin like Im guilty, but I dunno
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ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees. I say Rav, they say Roxy mon,. They think it's real cute while they giving me dome. Ab-Liva. Liva. Heh, the cross I bear,. So fly in that purple label