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Now that we're alone Why don't you tell me your name? I've got a plan to get us out where they won't catch us If you do what I say Cause there's a hole

atlas make a map of it Globe trotter, hoe hopper, super star, ask direct [?] People always wonder so they ask us who we are Pullin' up to clubs when we too young to hit

gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum movin in my direction

torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke Better hit that map right, read them directions

[Intro:] Let's take a pause for a minute Let's go Check it out man See man, Bow Weezy right here live and direct I'm talkin to ya'll young'ns out there

How the fuck it feel lock in hand set now Sever your style .. Divide and Parish Part ish...when my cart is bustin thru this... Wassup to Bizzare Kid Targets get hit

having a nice time with his little accordion ("Toto . . . !"), and this weird wind came up ("Toto . . . !"), direct from Glendale ("Toto . . . ! Toto . . . !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction

(feat. Ice Cube) California ain't a state it's an army [Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the

(feat. Mass MC and Fatface) [Verse 1: Mass MC] I conversate to all MC's with my double jointed tongue Slapping, fuck ya wack rapping Taking-a-bite-out