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Alex Brown My Show

lady touches my heart and i just got to let her know that i really love her so! she's the one that i adore she's all i need! Chorus She's my only

, I really do my thing Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all? I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones

my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater) And ya bank account? shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare) Residue on my clothes, call

go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still

go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still

truth when I show pity Runnin through Central Park with a watergun And my friends wettin titties (Copywrite 78, Alex the Worm King, Eastern Conference

the brain And if you ever did, God forbid you did Get on that bus and do a red eye to Alex Kidd Word biz, had the whole crew relazing Boogie Brown with

struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples

My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still