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Out Of Africa have you got a story for me

basket. What you call money I paid more in taxes! I got crowned king down in Africa, out in Niger, do you have any idea? Sold out shows out in Seoul,

a cobra The world's hot my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge of coke

calm, there's no need for alarm You say go back to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran But how many

`zee for shizzo And that¡A?s the way love go It¡A?s been a long time I shouldn¡A?t have left you Without a west coast rhyme to step

bagism,you see, you get in this bag and you Jump out the window. next thing you know, you got a policeman on your head. you want tea? Yoko: you know

And about that day you kicked me out onto the bricks What about that time you said I wouldn't make a dime And about that time you said I couldn't make

backwards Shootin' air balls at the basket What you call money, I pay more in taxes I got crowned king down in Africa Out in Niger, do you have any idea? Sold out shows out

me what is wrong with that? It make some people say Psychoalphadiscobeta Brother man you got to take a dip into the water Psychoalphadiscobeta Sister girl you too can take a

then I'm-a have to rip sh... Ah, go for yours 'cause you gotta In the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama She's a gangster and the