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to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh) We sendin' out this message to [Money Mark] All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great
ALL SEVEN HOMELESS Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing How time flies When compassion dies No stockings
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] One for the money, two for the show Three rooms, four chicks who brought pounds to smoke Five times in your city, now your town should know Six bottles waiting, Seven
get my ash tray, get my lighter. I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story. Come here, sit on my lap. (Okay.) Check it out. Great scotts, it's hot
are you man Peter pan but it's still cool G Slack off my back slip da hell out My knee and yo correct dat effect I'm not feelin dis G I can depend on
in the studio We handlin' from east Oakland, California And, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill Dial the seven
[Al Pacino, from "Scarface"] This town like a great big pussy, just waitin to get fucked I'm tellin you, I, I shoulda come here ten years ago I'da
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and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss So on the rhymes kept rollin', straight up into disco Eddie Chiba was sweet G and back up to Cisko And freakier Islam, with the Great