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the show putt for dough I get a lot of funny looks I aint to fuckin crook I aint stealin your music, my man Your playin dummy with your pride And all that jive your
lips Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin' your buildin' No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children A hit was sent from the President to rage your
violence threw ya minds carolling you in need of an ambulance I'll knock you to the asphalt its your own ass fault your last thought I'll never sell myself
girl see the world is yours (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your
Is it my imagination or is it my iron pride I wonder if it matters much if time is on my side I'd rather press on, I don't wanta rest easy Anywhere I
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of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home. In the end it'll only lead our country
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[Chorus] (You're a big girl now) Fully grown with your hormones now Got your own home and you alone Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out (No
