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, I don't know why But somewhere I must have lost that guy I knew And with a drink or two, any bad excuse would do I would like to quit my job, take a trip
of their live performances, delivered in a format perfect for lounge-rooms, backyards, BBQ's, cafes, road trips and parties all over the world. This
and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Take me on a trip
and new thongs On Crenshaw Boulevard, line 'em up at the bar Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars Roll deep, nah, we roll hard and deep
with this thug and won You know what I'm sayin it's thug life Cock the glock, pop the glock, drop the top and run I can't change I'm to deep in it so
the one with all exposure Lil is the one they drop in the stroller Tommy got the whole world on his shoulders Dil crys to sleep 'til his eyes are deep
put some ice around my pinky ring and fly me around the world i owe it to papi to be my sugar daddy..and i'll be your sugar girl Mami u sweet like licorish, deep
with this thug and won You know what I'm sayin', it's thug life Cock the glock, pop the glock, drop the top and run I can't change I'm to deep in it
him I saw your man standing there And I gave him a glare And I swear he looked Pretty scared to me I saw him swallow his pride And I looked deep in his
may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely that the relative position of the planets and the stars could have a special deep significance
of money Stalking gat fools walking jack moves Ready to pap you if we have too Remember me, no surrender Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin Me
end and when I run out I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide Them wicked bad-ass thugs You punk niggas hate us But we don?t trip
that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin' Bring on that ammunition, trip
Now the funeral is over And all the tears are dried up Niggas hangin' deep on the cut gettin' fired up Lookin' for the nigga who pulled his pistol on
walk, yeah right, ya pussy Look out, we everyday grinding Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin' And we don't trip the big
I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache There's a smile on my face But, that's to keep a man from crying Cause deep down inside, I know