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作曲 : Alexander, Quaites |
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Seven, eleven, six and four |
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They all score |
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Yea mutha ******' |
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Jazze PhaGot me in line at one, twelve |
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All high and ******t huh |
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Thinkin' about what if the world was mine? |
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It'd be on in this mutha ******a |
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Check it out |
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I'd been thinkin' since the capital |
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Luck saw a baby kinda feel natural |
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Triple lights on the crap table |
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Seven, eleven, six and four |
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They all score |
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And every woman is a stripper |
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So you can tip her don't let it get'cha |
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Feel free to take her home wi'cha |
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I'd be in all the motion pictures |
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And every rip |
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I'm messin' with |
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Be a ten on the real ******t |
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And real ******s wouldn't have to try to be |
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Do I would never never action' violently |
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And even if you didn't ride wit me |
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You could still get high wit me |
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If the world was mine |
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You would never have to leave the sun******ne |
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And everbody'd be free to smoke ****** with us |
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Shouldn't even have to deal with one time |
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Too many whips so we ain't got time |
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If the world was mine |
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I'd roll a baby blue sixty-four |
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Wit all my ******s down front |
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With the dubs up all night |
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Call all the thugs and 'round 'em up |
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And tell 'em all to come to my show |
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If the world was mine |
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I take a puff so |
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I can meditate |
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Bump down the street and ******s wouldn't play hate |
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This are tickets for the na nas |
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My own recliner what's the matter wit ya eyes? |
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Ain't ya high enough? |
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Cali ****** make 'em both swell |
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So quit talkin' and blaze one up |
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You in the middle of a world wide |
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Mission to get paid enough |
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Is the last ****** brave enough? |
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His ass got ate up his whip got laid up |
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She had to pay up my mind was made up |
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And stayed up one took seventeen beats and laced 'em up |
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Wit a plot to blow the place up |
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If the world was mine |
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If the world was mine |
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You would never have to leave the sun******ne |
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And everbody'd be free to smoke ****** wit us |
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Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time |
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Too many whips so we ain't got time |
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If the world was mine |
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I'd roll a baby blue sixty-four |
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With all my ******s down front |
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With the dubs up all night |
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Call all the thugs and 'round 'em up |
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And tell 'em all to come to my show |
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If the world was mine |
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If I ruled the world |
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Block parties wit the |
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MexicansDominoes wit the best of idem |
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Black lex, purple pearl |
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In the city wit my next of kin |
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Doin' lots shoppin', |
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It's poppin' |
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We won't stoppin' to the loot runs out |
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But it's my ******t so that won't happen |
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Guaranteed to have ya all screamin' and clappin' |
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On a high that lasts ya all night |
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If the world was mine |
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If the world was mine |
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You would never have to leave the sun******ne |
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And everbody'd be free to smoke ****** wit us |
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Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time |
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Too many whips so we ain't got time |
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If the world was mine |
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I'd roll a baby blue sixty-four |
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With all my ******s down front |
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With the dubs up all night |
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Call all the thugs and around 'em up |
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And tell 'em all to come to my show |
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If the world was mine |
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If the world was mine |
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You would never have to leave the sun******ne |
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And everbody'd be free to smoke ****** wit us |
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Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time |
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Too many whips so we ain't got time |
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If the world was mine |
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I'd roll a baby blue sixty-four |
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With all my ******s down front |
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With the dubs up all night |
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Call all the thugs and 'round 'em up |
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And tell 'em all to come to my show |
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If the world was mine |
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You would never have to leave the sun******ne |
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And everbody'd be free to smoke ****** with us |
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Shouldn't even have to deal with one time |
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Too many whips so we ain't got time |
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If the world was mine |
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I'd roll a baby blue sixty-four |
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With all my ******s down front |
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With the dubs up all night |
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Call all the thugs and 'round 'em up |
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And tell 'em all to come to my show |
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If the world was mine |