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(Ever, forever, ever, and ever and ever). (Ever, forever, ever, and ever and ever). There you are standing there reaching out for me. Something warm in your eyes touched my heart. And all the
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, lack of responsibility. Thieves in positions of power. Internet pornography. Guns in the home for fear that the next knock at the door could be death. The terrorists are in the White House and
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, lack of responsibility. Thieves in positions of power. Internet pornography. Guns in the home for fear that the next knock at the door could be death. The terrorists are in the White House and
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the Booty Twins, all we smoking Budapest. Never propses, Budapest is the best. Hey, I'm Rod Stewart, I'm lookin for my tech. He's always wondering off, what a pain in the neck. So there it is, 1/3
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We rose early on a desert morning. Into the burning sands we go. Said "good day" to the thieves and fakers. We did it all for a chance to tell a tale We rode on until early next morning. Eyes
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it takes to see 13 thieves. Hidee high (Hidee high), lowdy low (Lowdy low), get up and go (Get up and go) to the show (To the show). Every time (Every time), I get low (I get low) I get up and go (I
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and I'm loosey. Got the tech and my deck and some mob music. Hit the strip tryin' to catch me a twenty doosey. Drinkin' bombay mixin' it with orange juice 'Twas the night before my rad had to turn
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you gotta charge it to the rap game Listen, this ain't scripted this reality. It take some drugs for us to conquer this insanity. Thieves using our name promoting these fake appearances. Publicists
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Hot Lover Tone would like to thank mc Serch. Yo, you're chill for making me a part of history. Kicking em in the grill. . Nas. Finesse, keep a Tech-9 in my dresser. Lyrical professor, keep you
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Bought a brand new car. Driving down the boulevard. Turn the corner. Like I wanna be chilin' hard. The screen is set. For me to get wet. Cause it wouldn't be right. If the ladies didn't sweat
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, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny. Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it. Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em. Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs. Way
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about it and heard, plus T. V. Show it. So how do I reserve my swerve? I low pro it. Now there eager to know just how deep the flow get. I don't know yet, sometime the flow be so wet. Spit a tech
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home today So many different attitudes, that I come across. I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost. Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets. Got my mind warped, just found
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