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you!. The sun kiss skin, a souvenir of where we've been. You make me feel born again, Hallelujah, Amin!. And when the angels sing,. ('cause I can before it now). When the church bells sing,. (and my
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. . Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,. Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode. Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,. Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby. . Papa
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. . Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,. Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode. Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,. Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby. . Papa
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. . Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,. Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode. Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,. Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby. . Papa
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,. Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic. Give them respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve. . Execution needed. A
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,. Blanche and Pickles, Amin, Milosovic. Give them respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve. Give them the respect they deserve. . Execution needed. A
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friends, the pigs. God save Idi Amin and God save Ronald Biggs. God save all us sinners, God save your blackest sheep. God save the good Samaritan and God save the worthless creep Ronnie Biggs was doing
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friends, the pigs. God save Idi Amin and God save Ronald Biggs. God save all us sinners, God save your blackest sheep. God save the good Samaritan and God save the worthless creep Ronnie Biggs was doing
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. Laing, Ford and Amin every body want you. Five bad man hunting you. Now it double. Public nuisance. It's either kill the law. Or they murder you. Take it easy hear it from Buju. Straight from my
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hard work. I be the "Funky Drummer" to soften the hard Earth. (Amin) Pray Allah keep my soul and heart clean. (Amin) Pray the same thing again for all my team. From Restoration to Fort Greene, and on
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up {never give up}. Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}. Even when the road is hard, never give up. Baby don't cry. Edi Amin. Uhh. Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon
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world some of the things I seen. Then blow it up, like edi amin, yaknahmean?. . Chorus. . rakim. I do a thang thang, I write the songs they sing. Make sure that they swing, from new york to beijing
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, Ahmad Rashad. Tic tac toe we smack in theAnnotate back, oh *. I seem to catch a vic' if a nigga think he slick. I eat a rapper appetizer. Shady like a visor. Punch you in your mouth with my ring
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you aint *. But a faker. Softer than Alize with a chaser. 'Bout to get murdered for the paper. Idi Amin approach the scene. Write a caper like a loc. With Lil' Ceaser in a choke hold. Totin smoke, we
