Tekster:
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nigga please, you probably just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just Hurricane

holla at a playa Cell phone or pager If you bout paper Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa Remix Baby Jae Millz You can go and tell them other

to see a nigga stop breathin I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the Crossroads" G'night Bone

't see me getting hard She told me take this cap of G.H.B. With a gulp of Mountain Dew With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't no need

word in the B-Boy sing I am one with myself as I turn to The I prefer the dreams to the reality I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife Don'

see you lose control Sometimes you need to go loco Sometimes you need to explode Sweat will flow when the camera rolls And the television says, "Let's g-g-go" Sometimes you need to go crazy And other

homey flossin' in the V-12 So when you comin' to kick with it With the sick wid it You bring the whole team When you hit magazine Like the other day

The Game Speaking ------ From California Born in Seminole Hospital nigga, November 29, 1979 On some G shit My moms ain't scream or nothing And I ain't

don't see me getting hard She told me take this cap of G.H.B. with a gulp of Mountain Dew With glee so I can possibly end my existence G.H.B. ain't