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Rhythm Green Do What You Want

Para and the hyperbolas Mad Max beyond Thunderdome under Red Rock It's no use if you can't use what you got Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si-Do These are the

Classified - talking] And if you don't think I'm the coolest dude, well that's cool too 'Cause what's cool to you, ain't cool to me And what's cool to

say come you come, when they say go you go Eat what you're given and not what you wanted Limitations on your livin and you still gettin taunted If the

wanna know, what goes on Some don't like the way the J Beez carry on Whassup with you brother, yea you black The one with the red gold green applejack

you we just break you down to normal size You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back You wack, I burn you down like I corner that Doggy, QB style

do what we love to do Unzip me and ride, can you feel me inside I feel a rush when we touch, yeah, you're doing it right Bounce to the rhythm, ohh yeah, you

in the back and I give her what she really Want a motherfucker to makin' it do, what it do With the Carrabou Lou, 151, Malabu Rum, and Pineapple Juice You

wreck I raise heck, no raise hell, you plays back, your tape's ill Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got We got flow, we got

ideas And rhythm wit em Holla sumthin similar Talking bout the hood Like they hung in em I got a million rhythms Want em come get em What bitch you pussy