caine wit' my dank sack You get change for my respect silly muthafucka Come closer and get served like a dirt clucker Wit' a mind the find of Al Capone But with
get cut like a canteloupe Try ta run and get chewed up like a cheetah on a anteloupe Payback's a motherfucka sour dope deal Targets make noise like a mutilated seal Dead with
like this These heffas can't have me so these hoes be pissed All day everyday hittin them corners All day everyday chewy aroma When you gets out all night fucking with
nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin Punk bitches we be hoggin It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat But fuck that These
ain't scared to die So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank Time is runnin out
to the I to the M to the J-O-N-E-S Nigga in the flesh Chewy boy, doobie with the buddha cess I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines And
my heart got love The other side is hate Boy that hate is steamin love Right in it's fuckin face Women ask me how i'm livin I tell them day by day With
Caine Motha-fucka [Dre Dog] You live in a shell like a snail Moby Dick ass niggas get harpooned like a whale Not a killa (??doin niggarail??) Fuckin with
a passion? Find something that you love Run with it, don't stop for anyone else No one can get you down You are better than that Fight for your passion
with me all the fellas say hey oh hey oh hey oh Come on bounce with me (bounce with me) It's gonna be alright (gonna be alright) Come on bounce with me (bounce with
with you. Be with you baby, Be with you baby, I got to be with you babe. Be with you baby, oh alright. Lonely nights, lonely days, When I'm not with
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With Your Best Shot! Come On, Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Fire Away! Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Why Don't You Hit Me With
have got to move If we're doing fine... Passion In bed together I want to love you all night long Passion Moving together Making your feelings come alive Passion
let go There?s a value, I sit here with myself Why not, there?s time sittin? with myself, I must let go, why not, there?s time sittin? with myself
You bleed till your blood turns black. Face down on the kitchen floor. Forever your life in hell. You'll see my fate at your hands. You take me to the
reversed to the one from this earth to see beyond the surface for what has been left behind. Desire the words from he who speaks greater than all with
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