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Atmosphere The Old Style

(feat. DJ Plain Ol' Bill) I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?)

(feat. DJ Plain Ol' Bill) I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?)

the M I crooked letter comin around the South Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch Please, ain't nothin but incense in my atmosphere

Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere

Oh, it some hoes in here It must be some players in the atmosphere I say ooh, it some hoes in here It must be some players in the atmosphere Now back

M I crooked letter comin' around the South Rollin' straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch Please, ain't nothin' but incense in my atmosphere

vibration, I choose to use it with a vision and then comes the style and precision... [Slug] No more longer will we hold your hand Why? Cause you're too damn old

through it as a union, with the best of my crew Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh Stomach empty, my bladder is full Two year old

hide betta use your cellular i tapped your phone line its the ginger bread man, hoe catch me if u can my kangol makes me look like MC Shan rock tha atmosphere