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pocket change (Pocket change). I know they gotta feel my pain (Feel it). I make them birds Lauryn Hill sang (Brr). And everywhere I go they know my name (And what you claim?). 'Cause I be reppin' gang gang
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Take off my nothing inside. take off my nothing inside. green green green green. temple . green, your simple guide. bubble back in young beat. glad . their rights. and this the. far and. the
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reason the crowd piling. Don't complain and die over a chain. Bang, bang, gang green neighborhood game You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets. I throw a b**** out the crib like Jazzy Jeff. All
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Way down in Bowling Green. Prettiest girls you've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky. To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind. They let you think your own mind
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Intro Lil Pump, Gnealz & Big Head. Yuh, ooh, brr, brr. Gucci gang, ooh. Yuh, Lil Pump, yuh. Gucci gang, ooh (ooh, Big Head on the beat). Yuh, brr. Chorus. Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci
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the ground green, green, keep it clean. stick all your money up your money machine. green green perfect scene. oh it's very very nice here. but i wouldn't wanna live here you got your blazing red
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to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me. Arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though
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good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing. Though the paint is cracked and dry. And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my
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good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me, arms a-reached smiling sweetly. It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing
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good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho
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Rusty green summers almost gone. I see winds clouding up the sun. And I cant find my way. Everythings gray Rusty green eyes on my mind. Memories someplace out of time. All the things we would do
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(S. Cooke/C. Cooke) Ho Ha Ho Ha. I hear someon sayin'. Ho Ha Ho Ha. Ho Ha Ho Ha Well don't you know. That's the sound of the men. Workin' on the chain gang. That's the sound of the men
