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Everytime |
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I, turn around |
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Everytime |
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I, turn around |
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Everytime |
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I, turn around |
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Everytime |
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I, turn around |
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Everytime |
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I turn my head, man |
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Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan |
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Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand |
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One after the other, harassin' a thugsta |
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At first they try to bring me in court for child support |
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Women deception and they lies |
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I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe |
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I have to go and serve state time |
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There's always somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em |
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I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada |
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Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride |
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You better be thankful we even let y'all shine |
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Everytime |
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I turn around there's somebody straight trippin' |
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Hatin' on a mission, fakin' on a nigga |
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They always talk with some dump in they mouth |
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Like Bone |
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Thugs won't really turn it out |
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Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches |
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They gotta realize that it's five of the realest |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Somebody all up in my business |
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Actin' like you know me, |
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I've never seen homie |
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He try to lean on me |
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I'ma put the beam on him |
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Tele-screen on me, really if he only |
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Knew that we split him like a blunt then roll him |
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Everytime |
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I turn around |
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I see another phony |
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Thug haters really seem weak for the moment |
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Bone Thug niggas never beat, we told 'em |
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Guess they thinkin' niggaz was weak but we showed 'em |
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We on top it ain't no stoppin' us, the suckas wishin' we would go away |
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So they can flood the game with that garbage |
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I'm poppin' 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get with |
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KrayKray, take action, |
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JacksonEverytime that |
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I turn around |
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I'm duckin' haters over here, haters over there |
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Everywhere |
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I turn they everywhere |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Duckin' haters over here, haters over there |
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Everywhere |
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I turn they everywhere |
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Everytime |
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I turn around somebody doin' somethin' foul |
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I can't turn my back without these haters tryin' to shut me down |
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Plot and I watch, strategize but the clock |
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Is sayin' time don't wait for nothin', it don't stop |
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Crabs in a bucket make me wanna say fuck it |
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Like pop, pop, pop, pop, pop but y'all lucky |
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Eastside, front to back, we guard that |
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Don't nobody want you when yo' ass is broke flat? |
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Yeah, nigga all that, we livin' in a cruel world |
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It's rough in the ghetto but we put family first |
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When friends turn to foes and the enemy's exposed |
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That's when you gotta move on and kick dirt |
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My wife and my seeds dependin' on me |
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To make it home safe with them groceries |
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How it's 'posed to be, they ain't close to me |
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Yeah, I'm in association but |
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I'm playin' for my own team |
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Too much division, head-on collisions |
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Is blockin' my visionary skills |
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Get back to the mission to pay my own bills |
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Stay on point and |
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I guard my own grills |
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Skills I'm possessin', in my possession |
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Why they wanna rob a little nigga for the blessin'? |
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Who is you helpin', the world or yourself? |
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Put it on the table 'cause that's the real question |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, turn |
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Everytime that |
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I turn, every time that |
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I turn around |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Keep it thuggin' green, nigga sweet, come get it |
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I wouldn't even take it if |
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I wasn't gon' listen |
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But look here, this here, some of y'all garbage |
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I know you didn't feel it when a nigga didn't call ya |
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Keep your |
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CD, save your money, it's hard to make a dollar |
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You wastin' your time, swallow your pride, be smart |
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You good to take advice? |
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Alright, nigga get a job |
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And a message to the niggas tryin' to sue me |
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You make me hate the spotlight' |
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Cause I really wanna do you |
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Lazy ass bums, in the cut cowards |
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Back door pussies stretchin' them undeserved dollars |
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I know you want a taste, |
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I'ma bring it to your face |
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Bring it to your face, say it to your face |
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I hear your little chatter sayin' that the |
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Bone doneSmilin' in my presence hatin' on that thug love |
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But Bone got a category, fan base thug love |
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Hit the avenues, never done, let 'em know it |
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Y'all niggaz chump change, chase fame, earn mine |
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Within the right to take mine |
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Take it to the top with a dream from the block |
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Didn't believe, now they got they hands out |
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Make me feel bad with the weight on my shoulders |
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Damn, everytime |
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I turn around |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers |
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Come with the drama, nothin' can break us |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers |
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Come with the drama, nothin can break us |
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Everytime |
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I turn around |
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Somebody givin' me the rules, a new ordeal |
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The cops harassin', shakin' me down on parole |
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And put a nigga through the whole damn spiel |
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This kid lookin' polished |
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No wonder |
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I got a rap sheet way more enough to fill an album |
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Stack keep it full throttle |
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They lookin' for the heat, that's why they got 'em, |
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C-L-E my motto |
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Within the |
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Lord I'll abide |
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Example of a good role model |
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I'm tryin' to provide |
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But every time they pull me over, it's like |
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I'm back on trial |
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They tryin' to catch a thug dirty while |
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I'm ridin' |
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You see a nigga fully rehabilitated |
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Back reunited with my fam, still we are the greatest |
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Broke up then we woke up |
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Spoke up, niggas got it together and made up |
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Now we got 'em jumpin' back on the bandwagon |
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When we gon' drop? |
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That's all they keep askin' |
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When we do this shit we'll hit the fan |
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Every sucka that hated on they gon' get a thrashin' now |
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Everytime |
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I turn around |
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These biters tryin' to take our sound |
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But yo it ain't nothin' that can fade our style, my style |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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You lookin' over here, got me lookin' over there |
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The devil's everywhere, |
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I'll watch my derriere |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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You lookin' over here, got me lookin' over there |
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The devil's everywhere, |
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I'll watch my derriere |
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Everytime |
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I turn around gotta listen to the sound |
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Of the negative crawlin' all over the ground |
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Like look what you did, let me enter in your kiss |
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Nigga save me, suck my what? |
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I'll kill your babies nigga |
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So the wicked was the corner place, dweller place |
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Never gon' eat that, eat that |
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Satan the original serpent on his last track |
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Flat broke, dead on his back, crawlin' on his belly |
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Lookin' for his celly, |
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I can call the telly |
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L.A., Kelly |
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Rowland, rollin' |
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Next my ass, |
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I know you bitch |
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You gets no ass, goin' down like |
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NellyEverytime that |
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I turn around |
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You lookin' over here, got me lookin' over there |
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The devil's everywhere, |
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I'll watch my derriere |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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You lookin' over here, got me lookin' over there |
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The devil's everywhere, |
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I'll watch my derriere |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
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Everytime that |
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I turn around |
