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sac. And a '78 lac. Oh clean. Gangsta lean. I got green. Bud. I serve doves. Like it aint no thang. I hang with og. Playas dont set trip. Or you might get what we call a rat pack. I dont slack when it
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me up, send me down, send me never demigod. I remember walkin’ in the heat of the summer. Wide-eyed one with a mind full of wonder. 27 years and I’ve nothing to show. Falling from the doves to the dark
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will turn to doves. The poor will start to laugh. Even the rich will start to cry. It can sneak up like a soilder. It can wake you up at night. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's
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my land be a jubilee. Come on girl Come on boy be a jubilee We will never fade away doves shall multiply. Yet I see hawks circling the sky. Scattering our glad day with debt and despair. What good
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will turn to doves. The poor will start to laugh. Even the rich will start to cry. It can sneak up like a soilder. It can wake you up at night. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's
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will turn to doves. The poor will start to laugh. Even the rich will start to cry. It can sneak up like a soilder. It can wake you up at night. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's
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will turn to doves. The poor will start to laugh. Even the rich will start to cry. It can sneak up like a soilder. It can wake you up at night. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's
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will turn to doves. The poor will start to laugh. Even the rich will start to cry. It can sneak up like a soilder. It can wake you up at night. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's
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will turn to doves. The poor will start to laugh. Even the rich will start to cry. It can sneak up like a soilder. It can wake you up at night. That's what I feel when I'm standing here with you. That's
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the Ace of Clubs. Hit you with the Ace of Spades and your face is shrugged. Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs. We was just planning a wedding, Caucasian doves. You was just tellin' your mans
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the Ace of Clubs. Hit you with the Ace of Spades and your face is shrugged. Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs. We was just planning a wedding, Caucasian doves. You was just tellin' your mans
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, canaries, word to Larry. But I can't * with you. You put my love on the line and then hang up on you. That's a long kiss goodbye, I gotta tongue kiss you. And when doves cry, we ain't got enough tissue
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). Frosty, the snowman, it's cold out today. Hot cocoa is waiting, come get you a taste. On the second day of Christmas, my baby gave to me. Two doves, like to think it's you and me. First day of Christmas
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walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I feel no fear for you are with me, yeah. So tell my loved ones, please don't cry. Cause if doves can fly so can I If it was my last day on earth, treat
