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Thank you, and for my latest basket of cherries |
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Here it goes, baby |
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Mess up my mind, mess up my mind |
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Mess up my mind wit the eye patch |
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Mess up my mind, mess up my mind |
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Mess up my mind wit the eye patch |
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Mess up my mind, mess up my mind |
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Mess up my mind wit the eye patch |
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Everything |
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I do's gonna be fine |
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Channeling in sync so my would bring what? |
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Wit dat, causin' all fat |
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I'm responsible for ya diet, keep it quiet |
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Yo I got beats |
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State this stitch on my national fabric |
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My daughter will speak the arabic that's how |
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I liftLevitate to my nation when holding up your nickels |
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I pie like crumble so |
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I Don like |
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Rickles like green on the pickle |
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My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch |
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Ya eyes got the latch so catch the cut, |
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I hold the rut |
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For the people's reminder when in |
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Maseo Path |
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I be the finder of the patch |
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Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the ' |
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Da Dip'Take the horse into the jolly ranch keep the hush |
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The good, the bad, and |
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Uncle Tom, beat it kid |
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Show the sheep 'cause |
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I found the food |
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When I string the man wit the eye patch, the eye patch |
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When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha, na, na, na |
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It sniffs good |
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Punks show disguises when |
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I'm standing on the wood |
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I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' glocks is out |
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I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out |
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I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' weed |
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Shootin' seed which leads to a girl's stomach |
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Being 'bout a half a ton is out |
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Show the finger print |
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And give me good grief for my lumber |
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Pants will sag 'cause |
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I'm licensed as a plumber |
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Feel the Plug, yo, something's wrong here, now give a shout |
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Yo what's up, |
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I'd like to give a holler to |
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Big fo 7 off in the |
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Oaken oneI bring an income in to my baby girl |
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Twyla in White |
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PlainsAnd all my peoples out in |
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DelawareYeah, yeah, yeah, and |
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I like to give a shout out |
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To all those rappers who dissed us on recordsand |
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I wanna let you know you're still wack |
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And oh yeah, |
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I ain't mentioned no names 'cause you might fuck |
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All right, |
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I'm sorry, |
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I didn't know you were going back to that |
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Ecoutez, Ecoutez |
