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I only smoke weed when I need to,. And I need to get some rest, Yo, where's the Cess,. I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress,. Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,. And on the count of three
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-take the money! . Suck -a- cock- a -cess! . T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take the money! . T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take the money!
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Song Punk Rock Song - Duff McKagan. Hate/Pain/Greed/Suc-cess/Ooh . You got somethin' to say to me . Well say it to my face . I'm so sick of society. That says I'm out of place. I come around, you run
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O'connell Maura. Wandering Home. Teddy O'neill. I dreamt all last night. Oh bad 'cess to my dreaming. I'd die if I thought t'would come surely to pass. I dreamt while the tears down my pillow
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stress. So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto). To the get the pain of my chest. . Everyday I'm livin with stress. So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto). To the
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. Tryin' to cess out just how things got this way. I thought that we were in love. But I swear right now, I don't know what you want, babe I'll make sure that I give you quality time. But lately I feel
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say damn it's a hit. And to all the radios and the tv shows. Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows. What you get is the kind no econo gang . or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s. Let
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Quand les tambours, ont cess? De rouler. . Les clairons de sonner. . L'adjudant de gueuler. . Moi j'ai repris la route. . Moi j'ai repris la blanche et belle grande route. . Quand le soleil
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. She wish them the best, Rasta bless them soul. Her mouth nuh filthy, Like nuh cess tank pool. Smarter than most intellectual fools. Weh spend them time pon internet chat rooms She said, "Junior
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, b's kickin' a flow real smooth. E double ss with some cess is a nessecity to move. So hit it where ya fit in and let the rhythm snatch ya. Throw a good rhyme so watch what's coming at ya. As I
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worlds a cess pool and I'm a piece of *. * you *, I need liquor too. Stomach hangin' out my mouth when I'm blowin grits. I'm like a rat inside the wheel and it's played out. Drivin
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chill. Got my money in my pocket everything is real. Who is me? What is me? Could you be like me?. Creepin' it's the weekend and I'll be sneaking. Bass penetrate my chest when I'm off the cess-sime
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inside, but never worry. . Chorus. Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?). Playing chess in the park (What your day about?). Taking trips every week (What your day about?). Spending chips on
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art theaters, and it was not a financial success. and I maintain that the reason it was not a financia. Cess. . . . (you're away ahead of me. ) . was, that it did not have a title tune, which the
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I only smoke weed when I need to,. And I need to get some rest, Yo, where's the Cess,. I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress,. Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty,. And on the count of three
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buddah bless the cess when I'm smoking . Hawaiian when I'm rhymin cuz there ain't no time for joking . Just lyrical bliss from the depths of the abyss . Rotating lyrical rhythms like the motions of the
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la côte avec avec la coupe à Khaled. Ramène khaliss,, caisses, calice, XXX. Ta cess' XXX l'espèce. Plus la bouteille bombe et plus les cavus m'causent. Sens la peur dans l'assemblée quand mes gavas
