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China Tunes

, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus Crush like chinas

on my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell yes!" She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell

Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name lisa she no have no boyfriend she live up the fridge freezer triple chin or facial hair, she favour geezer although

not together I guess you just had to feel important And I'm sure you thought I was just gonna sit back and take it on the chin But honey, I'm a songwriter

riding, Riding, riding, The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A

you ready!? Are you ready!? Knocky Parker told Bowlegged Sal They all know how to kick it in Cal They're playing this dope and this-a money tune Dancing

bottles of Baba roots a day Dat's how we roll How we roll pon di end "crazy" Like Spragga Benz Smokin with some other friends Meditation pon a realms Tune

uptown, uptown...) [Wyclef Jean] Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*) This one's a gangsta tune, whassup

full of my idols, made me less suicidal Traded pencil sharpening for urban marketing Lawyer, doctor, went from street scholaring, White collar from Police collarin', mom and pops hollarin' But I just tune it out, the tune