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Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus: Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) repeat 2X Verse One: [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Three: Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) |
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(feat. CJ Mack)
[Intro: Scarface] Damn, this a b*tch We ain't gotta motherf**kin thing Ring CJ do what he doin in Cali-for-ni-a (Hello?) Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face (What up Fizzace?) Feelin I'm gone come f**k wit you (Come on down loco) Ai, please have some b*tches, please (Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha [Verse 1 CJ Mack, Scarface] Locc, I been hustlin all week Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherf**kin fifth Is you wit me locc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston you be treatin me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks It's Friday night Two players in a black 5-0-0 Slidin down the shore, gettin at every fly ho I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set trippin Drops my sh*t off at his house and then we kept flippin Now see y'know your nigga don't sleep Homey enough and see Well, hand your nigga some heat So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night [Hook: CJ Mack] Straight sellin with my Texas G Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night [Verse 2] [CJ Mack] Two players on a hoodrat chase You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face [Scarface] First thang we do is hit the club I'm seein hella b*tches in the corners tryin to show your homey love This b*tch is fly as a bird And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up thru Pittsburgh [CJ Mack] Hold up locc (What?) I know that flea She been out 'n club hoppin since '83 (Ain't this a b*tch) And the b*tch is still hoin See, get at broke b*tch and fake smile and keep strollin locc (Riiiight!) See them busters in the corner, they don't like my hood I don't like their hood so it ain't all good So keep ya eyes on em Cos if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on em Ride on em [Scarface] I gots no problem kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin lot [CJ Mack] f**k em locc, we gots some b*tches at the Mariott [Hook] [Verse 3: CJ Mack, Scarface] You motherf**kers better chill Before you f**k around and lose and get your cap peeled Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six floor Knocks on the door of room 604 Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see With a pair just like a *?mona?* homegirl G See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a b*tch I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC sh*t I goes high-ho silver like the f**kin Moan Ranger Playin here's out my dick inside a total f**kin stranger You f**kin with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy You ready for the second go (You know it!) I go two or three hours and I'm sendin these b*tches off on their way (See ya!) You's a fool CJ! (Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin?) Dogg, I'll be back every motherf**kin weekend It's Friday night [Hook: CJ Mack] Straight sellin with my Texas OG Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherf**kers better lay back (Cos you can't see that Face) Or it's just the nigga C-Mack [Outro: CJ Mack] Yeah Mr Scarface and CJ Mack Puttin in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5 You motherf**kers better stay down Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound Coward [Scarface] You motherf**kers couldn't see us with glasses on He he, y'knowhutI'msayin? |
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It's Friday mornin', where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack Cuz' I wanna get high, like a plane, in the sky With the indo cloud in ma brain Where da fuck are my zig zags and my lighter So I can roll it and set on fire Damn, I wish I had scissors Cuz' this shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers But it's smokeable, double tokeable I got the one hit that's with tha bombay shit that's tokeable I wanna do a joint venture Lemmie make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center Impregnated, lookin' joint, fuck it I can smoke it and I still get faded Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale (4x) East coast hittin' that blunt West coast hittin' that honey dip Marijuana joint, and I want another hit Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up I wanna stimulate ma mind, so I toke it up Can I get a hit? Can I get a woooo. Gimmie that fat bag a' weed in da room So I can get faded, elavated Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it I stand two to the guess guy (off by) as I keep runnin from the chota Gimmie that weed fool, in your big stash Puto, don't be holdin' out on the big bag Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up Inhale, exhale (4x) |
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(I'm gonna get you high today)
Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack Is hard as stone alone, it's always on Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent Down since '84 now live for '95 Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I'm dope slangin for my everyday expenses, know the consequences The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence No time for repentance, put it down count the stripes that I tally Runnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, Cali So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up Never slip from the hit Triple-six in the clip when I trip So busters beware, never dare to have quams with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs Take a hit Chorus: Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit *repeat* Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic TAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino's Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos Make your crack dough black, attack like karate Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop And it don't stop, I can't stop Mack 10 and it won't stop So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today) Shiit! (I'm gonn get you high today) Shiit! Chorus Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up Cookin up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers claimin B's, claimin C's, everybody Gs Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to ki's What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin Keep rockin and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it Take a hit Chorus x2 |
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Rick James
Mary Jane Come here, baby. Mary I love you. Do it girl. Female : Mary Jane, Mary Jane I'm in love with Mary Jane. She's my main thing. She makes me feel alright. She makes my heart sing. Rick's : And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Do you love me Mary Jane? Yeah. Whoa-oh-oh. Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Now do you think you love me Mary Jane. Don't you play no games. Female . I love her just the same. I love her, Mary baby, just the same. The woman plays no games. Now, now, now. I'm in love with Mary Jane. I'm not the only one. If Mary wanna play around, I let her have her fun. She's not the kind of girl that you can just tie down. She likes to spread her love and turn your head around. Rick's . Female . Rick's . Yeahhhhh! Ooowoooo. Oh baby. Oh baby. Hit me. Whoah, Mary. Only love. I love you, yeah. Whooo! Something until we give it now, lovey-dove. Uh-huh. Wow, baby! Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh. Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh. Sing it for me baby. Come Mary, Mary Jane. Sing it for me baby. |
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Sittin' here in this chair waitin' on you
Ah baby, to see things my way But not a word do you say You won't even look my way Girl, I'm spending my dimes, wasting My time, talking till I'm black and blue Ah, can't you see I wanna get next to you Dreams of you and I go sailing by Whenever your eyes meet mine (You're so fine) And girl you make me feel so insecure You're so beautiful and pure, Why must you be unkind (And tell me I'm not your kind, blowin my mind) girl, my, my money is low and I know That I can't take you to the Fancy places you might wanna go Still I wanna get next to you I wanna get next to you girl, you can bend me, shake me, make me Whatever it takes to please you I'm willing to do 'Cause you're my dream come true And I wanna get next to you I wanna get next to you I wanna make you mine (for all the time) I wanna get next to you I promise I'll never make you blue I wanna get next to you I wanna get next to you |
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I caught Spider-Man jerkin' off in a booth To a Wonder Woman comic Then the Bionic Bitch fucked the Hulk a.k.a. Bruce Banner Did I see Santa No, it's the Green Lantern Little Bo Peep cold fucked her sheep Keep eatin' that pussy Fuck the ?? Best fucked a bitch Bullwinkle's kinda moosy Triple X, hardcore Nigga fucked a floozy Miss Piggy Gotta pick a sticky Mickey Mouse pulled her blouse Smoked a blunt for the hicky Dorothy, Tin Man, the Lion and the Scarecrow Messin' with the pussy Hairy just like the werewolf Cyclops, Wolverine And the Nightcrawler Went to a bar And, yo, they had dollars Roll in the parlor Hittin' off switches For Richie Rich riches Pulls all the bitches I turned on the headset Like Judy Jetson Here comes Barbie Look who she lets in Hansel, Gretel Gretel, fuck the kettle Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun (It's a small world) Ready for some call girl Wrapped around her neck A lace that was all pearls Nights had Medusa Dancin' on tables Joker's got a lap dance From Charlie's Angels It's night In a secret hideaway somewhere in Gotham City As a woman in a feline costume Strokes a Siamese cat And speaks to several well-dressed men Twinkle, twinkle On a star Superho, tell me who you are Catwoman in a red tight see-thru Dancin' on a pole With a do-see-do Mosy on out Now where goes that ho they call Cinderella Makin' men jealous Like Dick Tracy Tweety, Sylvester (Sufferin' succotash) Cuz Snow White's gonna be fuckin' all night Strobelite dancin' in front of the mirror He-Man's fuckin' with Smurfette and She-Ra The freaky, freaky deeky Wilma Flintstone Betty, too Is she ready for the nympho? |
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[Intro:]
From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most (We came, to rock, for everybody) From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) Friday night is the night they like to party the most [Verse One: Tash] (From city to city, coast II coast) I make rappers see more stars than Space Ghost Cause my fiver I kick lyrics make em sound like [walkie talkies] So the poet cracks the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee Off the hook with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio (Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than Theo So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels Dressin like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles So nod to the oddness as the story gets told While I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold Cause you know the reputation of the L-I-K-Ses The crew that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses I bust my shit and peel! Grab my wheels of steel If y'all niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real I hit so hard the WBC Called to ask me could the champ come and train with me Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a minute (Now the party didn't start) Till the Liks walked in it [Chorus:] From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all When the Liks is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most All night y'all (city to city) all night y'all (from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it right y'all [Verse Two: J-Ro] Yeah... check out my Ro-gram Since I was a kid I got darker I write rhymes so phat I need a marker My style gets bit like Peter Parker If imitation is the greatest form of flattery... ...punk don't flatter me I slam you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks Chicks love them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells You never even heard Rock the Bells My cash flows, like a bloody nose It stains all your clothes, and your pill-ows I come from the home of the Rodney King beatin Pacoma CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin Your style is like *do Do DOO* out of service The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin nervous I never take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls I flow without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws Never ever find the fool that stole my brew (I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty things to you) Don't lose me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me If you choose the real shit you can't refuse me Ask your grandpap I bust the dandy rap I be posted in the bar like Andy Capp And I, could, just, go, all, the, way On Friday [Interlude:] Yo whassup baby!!! Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin? Nah nah that wasn't him Yo it was mad niggaz in that piece yo What? What was they mad about? ...Yo kid Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh Anyway, where the BUD at? Sorry we do not drink! What the hell you talkin bout we don't drink I mean the chronic Oh you wanna smoke a L or sumthin? An L? Fuck is that? Man, word Nathin Who the fuck is Nate, tell him It's Iesha, Farrah, and Kath true... [Chorus:] From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most And there's so many niggaz on the planet left to rock yo Don't be surprised when we rappin on your block From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most To all the hoses and all the third-leggers We comin old school like biscuits and Kreggers [Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash] Yo, first they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby But I'm just a nigga kickin me shit like Reggie Roby My name ain't Toby call me J-to the Talk on my cellular telly got a belly like Buddah I ain't Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well When I eat Jamaican food I get the ox tail Get in the bushes with your punk style, you bore us I should kick my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris I jump out the bushes and ambush your crew Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you wanna do It's round two nigga I'm showin no love It's like a heavyweight match, but without the gloves You just can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue I think you ain't busy since Red was in seas You need to put a little more thought into your writin Your style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened So stop biting what your mouth can't chew A nova eat you but my DJ flow better than you But when I go to set it call the closest paramedic Cause you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic So hold on to your seats while I rock these beats Cause these are just the repeats of our amazing feats Cause even Kurtis Blow knows we break beats like world records So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's infected And we O... 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You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs I'm droppin
It's friday night so everythang is poppin. I got skin lets spin on da hand, So let tha games begin. Yakity yak don't jump back or it's on, Callin up earl on tha car phone. Mack 10 just got out of court, Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort. Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin, And deep dish daytons. You know how we do it, Ain't nuttin to it but tha floss, Overcrowdin harrison walks. 'cuz if ya fuck wit ours, We leave scars, Out of g ride cars, Livin like stars. Might hit tha highway, On tha vegas run fool 'cuz it's friday. Chorus: Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air, If ya don't care. [x2] Verse two: Standin outside on a friday livin on tha edge, 'cuz we all got 'dem hard heads. It's seems like we all are waitin, For a drive by playin tag wit satan. But we chillin yeah we ready and willin, Ya hear about tha latest westside killin. Forty sippin, Set trippin, Fo' dippin, Get tha grip in, Neva slippin. Bg's tryin tah hang out, But og said take ya little ass in tha house. My big homey just got out, Used tah be down now he's just crack ad. He's bout hard as darth vada In his sweat shirt, khakis and chuck taylors. Just see him in the drive way, Gettin beat like a smoka fool 'cuz it's friday. -chorus- Verse three: Why must I be like dat and chase da cat, Or settle for a hoodrat. Dookie braids no dreadlocks, Flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock. And I love her 'cuz she down, Tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound. And her ass is big round and wide, Jacked up makin nigga down tah ride. Smokin indo, Playin dat super nintendo, Hear a rat tat tat on my window. Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust, Don't trust tha rubber 'cuz it's bound tah bust. In tha oven in tha nappy, I had on two so I was happy. 'cuz dat hiv'll make ya dick hang sideways, And dat ain't cool fool 'cuz it's friday. -chorus- Throw tha west side in da air, Throw tha east side in da air, Throw tha south side in da air, Throw tha north side in da air. Oh yeah! |
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Big booty hoes -- up wit it!
Hoochie mamas -- up wit it! Let me see ya touch the ground! Verse 1: (brother marquis) I dont know my reputation But all the niggas in the hood say its all good But the bitch aint shit, so you need to make a switch Smackin on ya lips with your hands on your hips Triflin slimy, dont try me Playin on the phone? you supposed to be grown Bitch, stop lyin, I aint with it Keep runnin ya mouth and ima stick my dick in it Hoochie hoodrat needs home training Ghetto-ass always complaining Tryin to clown in front of my friends By the way, bitch, can I get those ends? Fuck theatrics, you aint no actress Lay on the mattress and let a nigga splak it The bitch is full of drama!! Hoochie hoodrat is a hoe like her momma! Chorus (2x): (mr. mixx) She aint nothin but a hoochie mama! (hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!) Yeah, she aint nothin but a hoochie mama! (hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!) Verse 2: (fresh kid ice) Hoe I love your big brown eyes And the way you shake your thighs Actin like youre so damn cute Let a real nigga just knock them boots I dont need no confrontation All I want is an ejaculation cause I like them ghetto hoochies Ones who like to pop that coochie (hoo wee!) miami style! Makin niggas smile, bitch get wild cause freaky shit is what I like And I love to see two bitches dyke My favorite time is 69 Bitch you know its hoochie time Fuck what you heard and save the drama All I want is my hoochie mama! Chorus (4x): (luke) You aint nothin but a hoochie ma-ma! (hoodrat hoodrat hoochie mama!) Verse 3: (brother marquis) Mama just dont understand why I love your hoochie ass Sex is what I need you for I got a good girl, but I need a whore I like my bitch promiscous hot in the ass and ready to fuck Foreplay your way, our way, my way Trick or freak, and I hit it on friday (fresh kid ice): Girl, you know you look so cute Ridin round town in ya dazzey dukes Come on over for a visit Let a nigga ride in ya civic Cos I like them ghetto hoochies One who got them big ol booties Save the drama for your mama All I want is my hoochie mama Chorus (4x): (luke): You aint nothin but a hoochie ma-ma! (hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!) (luke): Breakdown!!! (mixx scratches: God damn, you a trooper!) Outro(2x): (mr. mixx) You aint nothin but a hoochie mama! (hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!) Yeah, she aint nothin but a hoochie mama! (hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama!) |
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Mm I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue, With some other guy you knew before Between the two of us guys You know I loved you more. It took me by surprise I must say When I found out yesterday Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine, Not much longer you would be mine. Uh huh heard it through the grapevine. Oh I'm just about to lose my mind. Honey, honey oh yeah. ( I heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine baby yeah) I know a man ain't supposed to cry But these tears I can't hold inside, Losin' you would end my life you see 'Cause you mean that much to me. You could have told me yourself That you loved some one else. Instead I heard it through the grapevine, Not much longer would you be mine. Oh, I heard it through the grapevine. And I'm just about to lose my mind. Honey, honey oh yeah. ( I heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah) People say believe half of what you see Oh, and none of what you hear; But I can't help but be confused If it's true please tell me dear. Do you plan to let me go For the other guy you loved before? Honey, honey oh yeah. ( I heard it through the grapevine Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah) Honey, honey, I know that you're letting me go. Yeah, yeah, yeah I heard it through the grapevine, Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah) |
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