| Bam bam bam my sweet
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| You can sip it through a straw;you can throw it back deep
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| Just don’t be hesitatin', waitin' for it
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| Cause in an ideal world they’ll be comin' for you
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| Could be tokin' on the bale, could be sniffin' out clues
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| Better stake your fakin' reputation on it
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Just do it!
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| Do it!
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| In a Tax-free zone, down a tin can alley
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| There’s a slipper-girl and man name Sally
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| They were talk-talk-talkin' 'bout a clever little coffin nail
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| Seems, down at the docks the intended lies awaitin'
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| And the privlaged information’s gonna get wet too
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| You can’t be too careful when it comes to being careful
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Just do it!
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| Do it!
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| There’s a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves
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| And he’s set in his ways, wearin Everlast gloves
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| His opinion can be beat when the push becomes a shove
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| Says he doesn’t give a monkey 'bout the youth of the day
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| They should all drop dead, should be taken away
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| Put somewhere cold and all be made to stay
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Just do it!
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Do it!
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| Just do it!
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| Bag it up!
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| Bag it up!
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| Bag it up!
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| Just do it!
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| Bag it up!
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| Bag it up!
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| Bag it up!
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| Just do it!
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| Bag it up!
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| Bag it up!
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| Bag it up!
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| Just do it!
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| Do it! |