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Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1). Here we go. Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster |
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One, two, three, hey |
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Yeah |
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It's alright |
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Look here |
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I was walking down the main track |
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One night |
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I met a fine chick |
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She was built just right |
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She stopped when I flashed my roll |
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I told her she could have all of my dough |
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She turned around and with a frown |
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She said this ain't no circus |
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And I don't need a clown |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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And there ain't no need in your hangin' around |
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Just to make a hit with that chick |
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I tried to get a Cadillac right quick |
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The man at the place he looked so strange |
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I had 900 bucks and some change |
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We disagreed |
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I tried to plead |
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Well, he said I ain't a chicken |
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And I don't need your feed |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed |
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I was walkin' into town in my white bucks |
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A man with a gun, he said hands up |
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I tried to get away but too slow |
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He got me and took all of my dough |
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I heard him shout |
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As he cut out |
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Well you ain't lost nothin' |
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What you cryin' about |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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And he took my watch and I passed out |
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I woke up in the arms of a big cop |
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Police station |
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Next stop |
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Judge swung his fist down |
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Plunk, plunk |
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$20 Fine 'cause you're drunk |
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Pick up the dough |
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And you can go |
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All I had was a buffalo |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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Your cash ain't nothin' but trash |
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But I'm sure gonna get me some more |
