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Now I can't say exactly what did happen |
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You just don't understand unless you been through it" |
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Hey yeah! |
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Hey yeah! |
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Awh! |
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I got soul, dress got holes |
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Got a brand new van, gun and Cherokee |
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Driving fast like flashes past, the cops are chasing me |
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Hotpants, she looked fine, she said that she was mine |
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She was cute, torched my suit and that's the bottom line |
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It's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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On my trail, car chase boogaloo |
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FBI, CIA, and the Russians too |
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Kicking down the door, couldn't take no more |
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When I'm about there is no doubt that papas' word is law |
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It's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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"Life can be bright in America |
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If you can fight in America |
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Life is all right in America |
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If you're all-white in America" |
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High speed chase on my case |
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Radio ahead |
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A.P.B. after me |
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They said, I shot the bed |
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It's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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Shooting up her mink ("Get the hell out of the car!"), gunshots in the air |
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Jumpback my car ("Get out of the car!"), goodfoot out of there |
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Roadblock ahead, try to flag me down ("Drop to your knees!") |
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Soul power and miles per hour ("Drop to the ground"), feet don't touch the ground |
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Cause I got soul, dress got holes |
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Intent to kill, but she loves me still |
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It's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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Hey yeah! |
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Cause it's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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Keep goin' |
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I got soul, I'm Superbad |
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Living in America sure does drive you mad |
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It's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!) |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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Bullets hit the wheel, riccochet could sweat |
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Talking loud, black 'n' proud, said, papa don't mess |
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Can you walk the line, rookie read my rights |
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Million hits did the splits, this is dynamite! |
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Funky time behind, road block up ahead |
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Driving fast flashes past, Superbad, I said |
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Papas' on the run with a cherokee and gun |
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People need a hit when you're chasing number 1 |
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It's a man's man's world in America |
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Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!) |
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Please please please in America |
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Slipping into hell |
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"I got you" |
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"I'm sorry |
