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think we match. I'll put it down like my love's on wax, guess what. I'm in love with that girl. And she told me, she's in love with me. Now we didn't have to fall, but fell in love to the bottom babe. No
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that's where you lack at. She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that. I rekindle the flame. She remember the name. It's Weezy Baby January December the same. Mama gimme that brain. Mama gimme that good
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snatch a hat *** a shirt. Wash the 'Lac wax the 'Vert clean the truck. We finna ball stash the strap and pass the purp Me and my dogs ridin' old school whippin' in the back street. Lookin for the
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Tone and Poke, and it's on. Chorus. Verse Three Foxy Brown. Playa haters ery minute wanna * on wax (uh-huh). Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh). Then every third minute wanna
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. Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets). . Ludacris. Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I'm releasin some steam. Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I'm makin
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the rhyme. The control was part of the studio design. Track after track, culminating on wax. The tape has slack, rewind this back. Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel. A perfect place for
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they never made bullet proof vesses outta dollars We never change, this is us every day. I call them boys up, they gon' bust every day. They ride high like them Cus' Chevrolets. Like old wax and Kane
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predicament, nervous never that. Got a gat to knock whoever back back, very flat Chest caved in, mess on the pavement. Splat cherry wax, rahh, bury that. Rats scary cat, rat carry that. Holly grove trigga
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midway. In a Bentley now bubble in the club. With wild women thats orderin' beers here's. The hot tub for miles women. You're one in a billion. Body mean like Serena Williams. French pedicure wax
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changed the shape. We put it on wax for those who think that. The 5 we energize has been extinct. . Chorus. . We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms. And battles in the back of the
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Buddha strap. You know we pop that, so please. Don't call me no rap nigga (Why?). Cause I be in the spot strapped nigga. All facts nigga, I don't wax nigga. You put Compton, I put Bompton on the map nigga
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. If there's green wax in your eye Somethings money just can't buy, hey. Rags to riches, babes to bitches. But the ride don't mind cause I got my I've got my soul education. You know it's stitched
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* the world man, we are the freshest. I'm higher than a baby on a seesaw with Precious. Y'all just the messengers, we are the message. You bang on wax, I beef off the record. Back like I trap
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midway. In a Bentley now bubble in the club. With wild women thats orderin' beers here's. The hot tub for miles women. You're one in a billion. Body mean like Serena Williams. French pedicure wax
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the rhyme. The control was part of the studio design. Track after track, culminating on wax. The tape has slack, rewind this back. Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel. A perfect place for
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Incomprehensible. But we're wild they say never trust us we're shady. In lieu of the crew you're into we are baby 'Cuz music will becoming out the words we speak. We erect break beats, shatter wax still on the
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mic cause you know I can. You gotta understand I don't give a damn Jay hit a play today I must say. Hooray to the way that is AOK. As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play. With dick in your mouth. A
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. Hooray to the way that is A-OK. As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play. With (dick in your mouth). A little (dick in your mouth). A big (dick in your mouth all day)
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rockin' to somethin', you can bet I made it. If not, confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me. Red show 'em who you be Oh it's my turn to burn, to wax again. It be's that nigga robbin' your
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look good, but any car can get a wax. Anyway, I like cars a lot. Whenever I pass a shop with reflective windows. I slow down and make a man pass. But here's the problem with second-hand cars. You
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wearing them jeans that show her butt crack. My girls can't wear that why, that's where my stash at. I put my mack down that's where you lack at. She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that. I rekindle the
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was part of the studio design. Track after track, culminating on wax. The tape has slack, rewind then back. Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel. A perfect place for mc's to duel. . I need
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Tone and Poke, and it's on. Chorus. Verse Three Foxy Brown. Playa haters ery minute wanna * on wax (uh-huh). Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh). Then every third minute wanna
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Peter Wax, Chuck Chuck, and Po' Chop. El Dorado George way back in the day. Had all the brothers on the hill talking this way. They said, "God, have mercy L. A. Sunshine," and my DJ. Easy Lee, are
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. . Midnight, candlelights, hot wax drips on ya back. Dom P, empty, Cristal it's on it's way I don't play. I'm dead serious, aiyyo I mean this. Straight up ugly faces in exotic places. . My erotic taste is
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, impresser to the lesser. Low-life Incomprehensible of the mic. I come correct, you surely right The atmosphere is clear when I appear. Here to wax and tax an MC for mere pennies. And if any, wanna get
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1, 2, 3, 4. . verse 1 Bosco Money . Ah, once again. Groove, you got the time to spend. Listen up, because the end. Will justify the means. We choose to introduce themes. On wax, before the
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full of tapes and wax. Cd's they only double the tax. And makin money money. New york city to lax. Tell the suckers suckers. Never ever relax. I'm kickin in cold facts so true. It feels like I'm
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full of tapes and wax. Cd's they only double the tax. And makin money money. New york city to lax. Tell the suckers suckers. Never ever relax. I'm kickin in cold facts so true. It feels like I'm
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for my homies. Ready to peel your cap. You can't believe "Faces of Death" on wax. Some say the Mob ain't positive. Man * that * cause I gots to live. How I live and you could either give a
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to activate rhymes collaborate. 'Cause when I heard the beat I just had to make. Something from the top of my head. So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said "How could I move the crowd
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remember me. At rest here by your side. . The wisdom of the fool is such. That he alone is sane. So delicate the balance. That e'er the moon could wax and wane. I will be your teacher. And show you
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. . Verse One E Double. . As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax. I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks. Flyin expert, puttin in work. No question, cosmic funk and weed session
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to activate, rhymes collaborate. 'Cause when I heard the beat, I just had to make. Something from the top of my head. So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said How could I move the crowd
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wax. And stack my cash 'til I'm country rich, 'cause I got this here, I got this here, nigga I got this here. I got this here, I got this here, nigga I got this here. I got this here, I got this here
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. Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax. You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em. I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em. * face, the street is a car chase. Ew dead set
