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hustling to make a million Lord, knows ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin' down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a
more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert
Uh, oh, whutcha want, whutcha gon' do nigga It's the man right Chea I know ya'll, nigga ain't fuckin' wit me You lookin' for me If you gonna be down
base, and she made it down here in time for the show. tw Rs of taking it off for the boys in the car, really good. okay. heh. brenda, brenda has a lovely
to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with
stripping for a bunch of guys at Edward's Air Force Base, and she made it down here in time for the show. Two hours of taking it off for the boys in
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert
finished stripping for a bunch of guys at Edward's Air Force Base, and she made it down here in time for the show. Two hours of taking it off for the
to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie