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life and times in the city of Gz. You live the all-beef patty. Special sauce, lettuce, cheese. 5'8", 36-24-36, AKA, Yum Yum. Full-time hustler, a player's trick But I, I spit this game so swell. No
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drip up. Gal dem seh yah bout a talk we a di boss. Memba seh fi we cocky nuh soft, patty now a we laugh. Girls put inna first class. Champion jockey derby winna yeah we neva run last. Get outta
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him a beef patty. Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head. With the 'fo 'fo, oh, he'll be oh so dead Click clack and it's over you dead. My damn glock, buss a cap in your head. It's in my blood I love
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that. Caps get peeled on the regular. Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular. Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back. Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack. Have the white ho, with a fo
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, you a chatty Patty. On a golf course, but I ain't got no caddy. I like when her head screwed on straight. I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate. Niggas talkin' that tough on the long shot. I told
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Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night. Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood. Cries out "My God they killed them all". Here comes the story of the
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get. I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets. I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell. Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel. Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle. Put the pimp
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fuckin' meat patty. I'll * your mommy and go fishin' with your granny. I'll * On You, I'll pee on are. Kelly too. This is Bizarre, see you, 'Devil's Night 2'
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ain't Saturday!. We in two different lanes, you can't navigate. We in two different games, you playin' patty cake. Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier. You out of shape, my mind run a mile a
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Erick Sermon. Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone. Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone. Don't stop, I'm not finished yet. You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?. Remember
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get. I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets. I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell. Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel. Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle. Put the pimp
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Erick Sermon. Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone. Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone. Don't stop, I'm not finished yet. You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet?. Remember
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lace. *** the Moe. Buy the ACE. *** the Ghost. Drive a Wraith. Get some money, flood the Rollie. *** the Rollie, patty face. My career takin' off. These hoes jogging in place. Swear these hoes run they
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. . Chorus Pharrell. . Grindin'! (Ahhh). . Grindin'! (Ahhh). Grindin'! (Ahhh). Grindin'! (Ahhh). Grindin'! (Ahhh). . (Hu-huuh. ). . (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus). Patty cake, patty cake
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. It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much Wham bam, don't wait long. Shake fries patty, you're gone. And how about that friendly name. Heck, every little thing gotta stay the same Or my name is
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. It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much Wham bam, don't wait long. Shake fries patty, you're gone. And how about that friendly name. Heck, every little thing gotta stay the same Or my name is
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. Chorus Nicki Minaj. Ride with Minaj, mmh Mashallah. Check in with me, then do your job. Queen is the name, Rafaello did the chain. This is Monse, Patty Plain Jane. Ride with Minaj, mmh Mashallah. Check in
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. Get back! Mother***er You don't know me like that. Get back! Mother***er You don't know me like that!. Verse 1. So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack
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hit the turf. Warp the earth. Cube a kidnap your mind, Patty Hearst. Bust a verse that a make yo ass hit reverse. Kill the curse that was placed on the universe. West Coast War Lord blacker then the
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). Breathe it in, now let go. (La la la la la la la la la) Nick nack patty wack, give a Dogg a bone. Naw don't gimme nothing but a handful of stones. Don't stop, I ain't finished yet. You say you got the
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patty wagon. Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point. I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint. Now the story you heard has one little object. Don't * with a bitch from the projects!
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got on my L. A. hat. Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots. Is my jingle, now you want Mandingo Big, black and handsome. I should hold your devil ass for ransom. Sorta like Patty Herst but I'll
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was born, bred to go in, toast red. And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread. In the concrete jungle, where my home is (No way). All get focused, all range of toast is. For nickname, it's the king
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ain't Saturday!. We in two different lanes, you can't navigate. We in two different games, you playin' patty cake. Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier. You out of shape, my mind run a mile a
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get. I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets. I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell. Makin' niggaz screw face like Gargamel. Now I'm all out on my own like Patty LaBelle. Put the pimp
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