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Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew I was actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do Got a nine at my waist, stay out my
I knew a close encounter was inevitable. Now we`re alone, your eyes staring deep into my soul, together we sit in darkness. You know I want you, your
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This is an instrumental song
1994 BC still in the house They did everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like
Prozac attack, feeling whacked, my damned boss won't gimme no slack, disconnected phone, didn't get that loan seems like everything's going wrong unemployed
I don't remember my mama Dad sold crack all night My life was fucked from the jump street Now this kite I write Never had half a fuckin' chance My whole
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Intro A-yo ice, man. i'm working on this term paper for college. what's the First amendment? Verse 1 Freedom of speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
tape recorder rolling Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, i'm here with Ice T, eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count
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Hey Joe Where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe Where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught
Oh am I dreamin' ? Oh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Oh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Yeah I like to wait 'til late night, 'til you Muthafuckas sleep I
