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Sex Drugs Rap Roll

drogue et rap?n?roll c?est la jeunesse foutue On court tous apres notre passe Ou il est ? Ou il est ? le passe Ou il est ? Sexe drogue et rap?n?roll

poachers and grease And peep the way drugs feed thug nigga sees I seen niggaz light up, hand cuffed and tied up Coke price rise when drugs supply dry

{Verse Three: Keith Murray} Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence

you're better than 'Bis Not possible, if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G rap underground

to bury men and drug mics with more dope then her-ion I stash cash ain't no need for flashing I love my techs more then sex so I guess I'm into "Heat

matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll

army at? Rather attack and not react back to beats it don't reflect on how many records get sold on sex drugs and rock-n-roll whether your projects' put

Tapin bombs to the back of record companies Blow 'em up if they ain't want me The National Guard, they scared to hunt me I love beef; I got you hoes duckin me A drug

cribs Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm) Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs True thugs