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Re: James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, MacGyver
Who them fly [censored] when we walk through the party
Pimp talk with the Mac strapped to our body Bartender's nervous, afraid to serve us, bad service Un-smacked him on purpose and see this drunk come and burp us Paper chasers, Starky stayed up in the makings Theodore conquer the four devils wit the patience Cellphones is blowin', the crews not available Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes We don't need no diamonds rings All we need is a drum, like, [censored] it, he can rhyme, I'll sing And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans And then run back to momma, like, all I know is.. |
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