sorry Mr. Coleman" But your behavior is not befiting of this store So I say "I got my fall clothes already, today's my last day FUCK Y'ALLS That's just
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brothers out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother
] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little
that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black music, it was created by Chuck Berry, Little Richard, an' black people like that Who started it off back in the day
were to take pictures of instead of wear I started hanging out and my jeans got tighter My weird neighbours set their own house on fire Church was All day every day
of whatever side there was When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
fucked up, you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me Outside the concert you didn't have to But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother
guy the little Amletts want to be like On my knees day and night scoring points for the afterlife So don't be vain, and don't be whiney Or else my brother
world's lost it's brain I sip away on the liquor and drink away the pain For the brothers who ain't here Pour a little on the floor son Time to get a little
you how to murder right It's deep, I'ma kill your mother and I don't care if I die 'Coz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother Dog, I
be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers
my first, my last, and my only Ever since you left I've been lonely I can't find no love in my homies You always was true You were my first, my last,
of day They're not rude, they're not hip They're not ones you would be seen in If you were down to your last penny If you were down to your last penny
that sho' feel good Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green How do you do? Welcome I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you A little more
the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) Quick to say, "I'
hand, your my everything, when we made it through the storm again, your my hottie and my little thing, said every word would last but, every little
