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when you payed for your Billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane. It's the funk doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a train. How high? So high that I can kiss the sky. How sick? So
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Bài hát How We Do Remix - Eazy-E, 2Pac, The Game. Aww yea. Lets take a trip. Just sit back and light a spliff. With this and dont slip. On a funky dope track. Jump back. Strapped with the fat buddha
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Bài hát Raising Hell - Kesha, Big Freedia. Ooh, oh, oh, oh. Let's go. Hallelujah. I'm still here, still bringing it to ya. Ohm like Buddha. Good girls know how to get hard too, ya (uh huh). I'm all
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listen to Buddha, go listen to Joe. Get out of this house. If anyone asks, you tell them you don't know. Get out of this house. I spent eleven long years in a hot house zone. I spent twentynine more trying
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universal opera. There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand And then those seven little men get up to dance. They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen. I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to
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Age. We'll Work It Out. I Told My Brothers. Don't You Ask Me. For No Favors. I'm Conditioned By. The System. Don't You Talk To Me. Don't Scream And Shout. She Pray To God, To Buddha. Then She Sings A
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it left and right. Work, work, work, senora, right into my ride. Sean Paul. Ay Buddha! Check on dat gyal dere. So dark she a wife on this part. Sean the Paul ay mardi gree mardi gras. Pitbull dem
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Told My Brothers. Don't You Ask Me. For No Favors. I'm Conditioned By. The System. Don't You Talk To Me. Don't Scream And Shout. She Pray To God, To Buddha. Then She Sings A. Talmud Song. Confusions
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Told My Brothers. Don't You Ask Me. For No Favors. I'm Conditioned By. The System. Don't You Talk To Me. Don't Scream And Shout. She Pray To God, To Buddha. Then She Sings A. Talmud Song. Confusions
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, get a witness?. To verify when I depict this style. That makes you ecstatic. Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha. When I roll with my crew. I betcha one time can't find my hootah. In my
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Age. We'll Work It Out. I Told My Brothers. Don't You Ask Me. For No Favors. I'm Conditioned By. The System. Don't You Talk To Me. Don't Scream And Shout. She Pray To God, To Buddha. Then She Sings A
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cuba. It's the meth-tical jet to cal, I'm the buddha. Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes. I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk. Double-barrel, yeah meth bring it to them proper
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It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things. You know whatI'msayin?. And it goes like this Hey don't miss out on what you're passing. You're missing the hoota of the funky Buddha
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Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda. I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota. Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers. I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers I rock mostly
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funk freaka. Yes yes y'all. I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all. Comin' from the west y'all. But I figure. You'd cry like a bitch. Don't twitch. 'Cause I just might pull the trigga
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is one who is rough, to the orphan. ". And no matter what we say our religion is. Whether it's islam, christianity. Juddaism, buddha-ism, old school-ism or new school-ism. If we're not schooling
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. And it stay around. Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha down Goin' goin' gettin' to the roots. Ain't givin' it up. So turn me loose. But then again I got a story. That's harder than the hardcore
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stick. And it stay around. Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down. Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots. Ain't givin' it up. So turn me loose. But then again I got a story. That's harder than the
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to meet. So I asked this lady could I take her out. We could wine and dine and we could talk about. The birds and the bees in my waterbed. And you could treat me like a Buddha and bow your head
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rapture'. So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her. The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off. Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two. It's you, who? (AGA
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jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes. I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk. Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper. Partner, you ain't got no wins
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to meet. So I asked this lady could I take her out. We could wine and dine and we could talk about. The birds and the bees in my waterbed. And you could treat me like a Buddha and bow your head
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to meet. So I asked this lady could I take her out. We could wine and dine and we could talk about. The birds and the bees in my waterbed. And you could treat me like a Buddha and bow your head
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posess mad finesse. My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest. Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps. On the New York streets hittin urban concrete. I'm the man untestable, with the
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a threat. (* a chin check). I'm a shoot him while my nigga blaze up the buddha. And when we light it up, it's on. A taste of the chronic, another nigga gone, but gettin his head. Flown. (so
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