| Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina
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| Bet Big get in between ya Then pick the prognosis doses
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| Blends and Bends like Twizzlers
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| Biggie’s fitting to hurt
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| What’s under that skirt?
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| (Slow down son you’re killin us)
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| Who fillin 'em with octane?
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| Got 'em gassed up
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| 'Bout to get blast up sup
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| The last one word to your mother
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| Brother, listen
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| I’ve seen it when he kissed 'em at the way
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| Made his body shake
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| The high tide it 8 50 I’s smoke tank
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| Rap terror whore crow and terror, true
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| Fly by the rivers but this is conspicuous
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| Bad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous
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| My rap’s rhymes is like land mines
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| One step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room
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| To whom it may concern, Junior Mafia’s the click
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| Act up, I’ll have my honeys Total bust your…
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| In the middle day now baby
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| I seem to think of only you, hey, oh yeah
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| Never thinking for a moment baby
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| That you’ve been thinking of me too, yeah, so 1 — I can’t wait for the day
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| That we can be together
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| I can’t let you walk away
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| Can’t you see you and me Were meant to be, oh baby
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| And there’s nothing left to say
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| 2 — Can’t you see what you do to me
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| Our love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby
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| Can’t you see what you do to me
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| Our love was meant to be you were made for me Every time I see you
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| I get this feeling, oh yeah
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| Telling me you are the one
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| Oh what a feeling, hey
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| Take me away, so far away
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| Oh what you do to me, oh I wanna be alone together
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| Somewhere just you and me Oh, oh Repeat 1 until fade |