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not as cool as Han. I still want to be your man. You're exactly the kind of. Alderranian that I need But when you were available, I was. Drinking Colt 45's with Lando. I was hanging out in the
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On a cold misty night. At the corner of Haight. She stood with a Colt 45. The gun in her hand, awaiting her man. A victim to take by surprise She's the Golden Gate Park killer. She's the scourge
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not as cool as Han. I still want to be your man. You're exactly the kind of. Alderranian that I need But when you were available, I was. Drinking Colt 45's with Lando. I was hanging out in the
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. It loads a mite slow, and soon I found out. It'll get you into trouble but it can't get you out. . So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45. Called a peacemaker but I never knew why. I never
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. It loads a mite slow, and soon I found out. It'll get you into trouble but it can't get you out. . So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45. Called a peacemaker but I never knew why. I never
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. It loads a mite slow, and soon I found out. It'll get you into trouble but it can't get you out. . So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45. Called a peacemaker but I never knew why. I never
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. It loads a mite slow, and soon I found out. It'll get you into trouble but it can't get you out. . So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45. Called a peacemaker but I never knew why. I never
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a Colt 45. Called a peacemaker but I didn't know why. I never knew why and I didn't understand. 'Cause Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand I never knew why, I didn't understand. Mama
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shame . And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive . And all that I learned from a Colt . 45 . Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke . And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke . Cuss the
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shame . And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive . And all that I learned from a Colt . 45 . Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke . And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke . Cuss the
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ditch, bitch, bury yourself. Pass me that Colt 45. I'm partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry I'm goin' down. Aww man you gotta love it. I'm on my way. Hey mama, all around the town they're
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six-pack Malt liquor bull. What it is, is bullshit Colt. 45 another gun to the brain. Who's sellin' us pain. In the hood another up to no good. Plan that's designed by the other man But who drink
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six-pack Malt liquor bull. What it is, is bullshit Colt. 45 another gun to the brain. Who's sellin' us pain. In the hood another up to no good. Plan that's designed by the other man But who drink
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six-pack Malt liquor bull. What it is, is bullshit Colt. 45 another gun to the brain. Who's sellin' us pain. In the hood another up to no good. Plan that's designed by the other man But who drink
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Who colt the game. Who colt the game. It's not natty dready. It must be bald heady. Somebody play the wrong domino. And want the world to flollow. Someone is fillin' their sack. In a completry? black
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as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow. It loads a mite slow, and soon I found out. It'll get you into trouble but it can't get you out. . So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45. Called
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, niggas rock platinum chains. Trade O. E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne. Hustling niggas found they way into the game. Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names. And you gotta have a squad
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chase it with booze. One little taste, it'll do. Maybe I'll take it and snooze, then tear up the stage in a few. (Hello, darkness, my old friend). *** the Colt 45, I'ma need somethin' stronger. If I pop
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and frees. Earth is a cannon of love, shame beyond Socrates. Who's to blame but the man like any man. Who's to blame but the man who leads. . Going upwards at 45 degrees. Going upwards at 45
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Bells are chiming for victory. There's a page back in history. 45. They came back to the world that they fought for. Didn't turn out just like they thought. 45. . Chorus. Here is a song to
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You can boogie like disco, love that disco sound. Turn up the volume and move it all around. But don't, don't, don't, don't, don't forget. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't forget. The Stars on '45
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