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in half the back That's where the 12 year olds there, they wbe flashing crack And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back Aye yo, Diggy
back That's where the 12 year olds there, they be flashing crack And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back Aye yo, Diggy, Fleet and
in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your
Egypt, I say Say, what is this? A tisket, a tasket I wonder what's in that basket Sweet Daddy strolled by And said haven't you seen here? That right there
'd cut it out quick But when they will I can only guess They say I shot a man named Gray And took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks And
me back up? Start with the legs and work your way up Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section "There
associates down to the few you can stand And even they sometimes wonder what's going on in that head of yours You study east and western philosophy,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh He promised a night to remember Oh, and she knows it will be A happy little celebration For their seventh anniversary
day they die Waiting and wondering all alone Silent voices across the land Speak in tongues they can never understand Nameless and wandering far from home Always held in the seventh
I wake up at the break of dawn My mind is still and my spirit's calm Wind at my back and open skies I let go and I close my eyes Got this feeling, this
Ronald Regan era And me and my players keep it cold as the Sierra We dress like it's DQ magazine and the homies said he gotta keep a magazine And this
wonder do they know where you're coming from African children Down there down there in a concrete situation African children Wonder do they know
ocean floor 'Cause I imagine all kinds of wonderful water I would have you there wherever I'll go The way from the seventh sea He brings the bottle back
lies Like the fox on the rocks and the musical box There's Mum and Dad and good and bad And everyone's happy to be here There's Winston Churchill dressed
complex I got you carrying glocks and tecs And got you feeling hesitant To step on stage and represent It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
believe In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints And all the Prophets and... Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah
