shoot his truck up just to drive him insane Give his Rover the new name, the firing range When we see you yell fire and aim Cause when I fire them thangs
featured on The Score like WHOA! Whores tried to run up on my draws like WHOA! C'mon, Digga got smoke and I freaked the funk H-Town where they lean, ATL where
that wetness for ya Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane
on there! Oh . . . oh, wow, this . . . Don: I just can't see how a girl could do all that. Phyllis: Oh, now with the, the Women's Liberation Front we
expectation of bad times became a self-fulfilling prophecy.) "Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames now, ooh, the humanity" (Live radio account of the fire
a shame this all started as a misunderstanding There is no turning around because my money is demanded Now I gotta call the fuckin bandit ...D.I.G. Leavin' muthafucka's where
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