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rocking ?? shoes and ?? 6-0's "Yeah, step right ahead ladies" No, no, you ain't -- Come on, you're being silly I know Bruno and Billy Plus 7L's spinning

l?Oise qui coule l?ami Pas le Danube, ni le Mississipi Ici c?est Cergy Serre moi une melodie Facon nostalgie, nostalgie, La ciudad ou j?ai grandi Je l

Snuffed your producer and drop-kicked your choreographer (Hwa!) Honeys scream "Wha?!" We they see me jumpin out the money green truck Into the club, so we can tear it up Like the 3-6

chips, a nigga tryin to get rich And when I'm aggravated I smoke heavenly Drink heavenly until the loss of memory It's the Vi-double to the l-e Movin

this game called life, as we come into the light [5 Foot Hyper Sniper:] My mind, filthy rich, within the mind and shit Like D.L. chip whip, shootin' out on 1-6

a 6 by 9's, up in the Regal That's if I'm in your blast, up out the speakers Mo' dope than beakers, keep on Nike sneakers Till they free Big Smudge,

real die young And the hate grow old But they all die slow I wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes Bout 6 7 pounds

killa on the loose Pants on sag my clik is sucka proof Eat a dick if you is jealous of my clik Doja shit got playa hatas on da dick Sucka free real g'