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Back up boy forty five feet |
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Always looking for a freebie |
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Why don't you let up sometime |
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Hawks out here with his axe n' me with this lead sheet on |
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Trying to scuffle up those two's n' fews |
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For uncle so's I can bail out my full orchestration |
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Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn't feed |
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Grass to a horse in a concrete pasture |
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He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea |
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Just look at him n' dig that vine |
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All off tome his strollers look like he's ready to |
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Jump he's playing ketchup n' I got to tighten his wig |
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Hold it down n' I'll come up with line two like I said |
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Ain't nothin' to it, just here |
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Ain't nothin' to it, just here |
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Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here |
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I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in |
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The drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks |
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Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her and |
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Weaving the four f's all around her |
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I nixed her out long ago, man, she's too sometimey |
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She will and she won't |
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She do and she don't always on the fence and |
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Sleeps with her glasses on |
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Man |
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Man |
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Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here |
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She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it |
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She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it |
