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. 'Round the curve I seen a passenger train. In the cabin was Casey Jones. He's a noble engineer, man but he's dead and gone Casey's wife, she got the news. She was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin
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. 'Round the curve I seen a passenger train. In the cabin was Casey Jones. He's a noble engineer, man but he's dead and gone Casey's wife, she got the news. She was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin
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she so demonic?. She Medusa with a little Pocahontas. She been lacin' all my drugs or somethin'. 'Cause every time that we're together, I'm unconcious. Hold up, let me be honest. I know I saw her put
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I don't love hoes, I'm sharin' them, I ain't lovin' them. Or handcuffin' them 'cause baby, I'm pimpin. You love hoes, you chasin' them, you be lacin' them. While I'm replacin' them 'cause baby
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, thoughts like woo blunts I'm lacin' Comin' down like condensation givin' proper information. My interpretation of the rap business. Since my christenin' I wanted to be a rap technician. Splittin' mics in
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' with the nickel-plate pound. To trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town. Lacin' it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin' the crown. Ya heard? Yo, all of y'all weak people
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on ya!. Chasin you down, cockin pistol poppin and they wasn't stoppin. til they finished lacin you down, peep the steez nigga. Snakes don't belong 'round here, nigga breeze!.
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bastards gone. All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?. Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it. Get a crack ? with that bass in it. Cause if I got weed then I'm lacin it. Eat all this ass, quit
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bastards gone. All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?. Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it. Get a crack ? with that bass in it. Cause if I got weed then I'm lacin it. Eat all this ass, quit
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bastards gone. All this ass is for you Seany, can I call you Seany?. Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face with it. Get a crack ? with that bass in it. Cause if I got weed then I'm lacin it. Eat all this ass, quit
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amazing the lyrical lingerie I be lacin *, we be blazin it. Put it in the air with the chronic. My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics. From brooklyn to compton the lounge of soundbombing
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up my 1's, lacin' up my favorite ones. One of a kind, one of one, the only one. Got one shot and one chance to take it once (No way). Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'fore I get the code red. 'Cause I
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, Primo makes you relax. I'm like the minister, when I be lacin the wax. I be bringin salvation through the way that I rap. And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that. Work through worldly problems, I
