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time I was two years old in nineteen seventy nine But it's a time that I miss; you ask "what's the difference" Hip-hop was then a culture, now hip-hop's a
as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these With a joint or a bottle and a picturing posing crew The only thing I learned is I can only trust a chosen
to the beat what I step in the dirt Listen to this man flex You make me sick like guys with man breasts You make me wanna throw up I grew up in the hilltop
nurse a baby, whats the differnce A little patience and let time be, we go through situations Lessons full of life's vibrations [Chorus 3:] My Style is the craziest Hilltop
clarity, I spose I get exposure like a gallery I got a four door car and a three room home I got weekly repayments on a two grand loan I got one life
