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Intro. You just popped in the Kanye West. Get right for the summer workout tape. And ladies if you follow these instructions exactly. You might bear to pull you a rapper, a nba player. Man, at
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Intro. You just popped in the Kanye West. Get right for the summer workout tape. And ladies if you follow these instructions exactly. You might bear to pull you a rapper, a nba player. Man, at
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was looking like Ichabod Crane. I was looking for some serious fun. 'Cause a bad excuse is better than none Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me. I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine. I gotta
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up,. Pull it down,. Keep it up,. Keep it down,. now put me down,. What a workout?. If you want you can come, come, get it, get it,. If you don't you may really, regret it, gret it. Up and down till
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toy. It'll blow your head in two, oh boy. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone I thought about it and my
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Intro. You just popped in the Kanye West. Get right for the summer workout tape. And ladies if you follow these instructions exactly. You might bear to pull you a rapper, a nba player. Man, at
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Oh, oh-oh-oooo. Oh, oh-oh-oooo. Oh, oh-oh-oooo. Oh, oh-oh-oooo It's been so long I heard that song. It made me sweat when I sang along. And even after all this time that went pass by. It hits
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can. Point him out, and I'll pop him, walk up on him and drop him. I've been waitin' and watchin', to put the bitch in a coffin. We takin' hits I'm not stopin', ya heard what I'm sayin'. Put the
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. They say that if it's right, you know. Each bar plays our song, nothin' has ever felt so wrong. "Oh, my, love is a lie," * my friends say to get me by. It hits different, it hits different this time
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Sweet thing, I watch you. Burn so fast it scares me. Mind games don't leave me. Come so far, don't lose me. It matters where you are As the sun hits, she'll be waiting. With the coffins under
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entertainment presents. It's Ludacris's Greatest hits done by "Random white people". . (in a shakey voice) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. . Come on (what is it?) oh give it to me now, give it to me now,. Give it
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beaches of holiday time. Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun. His shout for attention had everyone stunned. Hands on our heads, there's a new kind of fear. We're over a barrel with the hits of the
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off. Blue is bashful. Green is my goal. Yellow girls are running backwards. Until the nextime. With six hits of sunshine. The lights will blind up with blues in haiku. The shadow has a dream
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Three hits to the heart son. And its poetry in motion. One could send you down the river. Threes a strange way to be delivered. . Would you trade your words for freedom. That's a barter for a
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