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blew his shit the fucked off Mr. gang bang motherfucker boogie bitch Slob nigga don't slip cause I'ma cock the set trip Snoop should have knew I was a trigga happy nigga Original

the blood, and the toil Hear, "Praise the Lord," shouted on chain gangs Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith

the frost of the frozen farm Exit from the beat to keep it from harm Alarm alerted, plans diverted Industry perverted we?ve been averted The Original

Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare" I swear, it be some more drama about these bags Niggas in black drive Jags - camouflage rags Niggas'

Uh West Coast, Southside, HPG Waz Up Allow Me To Take This Second Hit To Re- introduce Myself The One Known as Mr. Criminal Keepin it Original

, we came from pro kegs, to Bally's to afrocentric dreads From nappy heads, to now we being prawled by the feds From low-top fades, to baldheads to braids To doo rags

nigga stay Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare" I swear, it be some more drama about these bags Niggas in black drive Jags, camouflage rags

, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume It's fine for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties This song was originally performed

[Originally by Bob Dylan] Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll,