Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real
All my jeans have three pant legs for dealin with this ordeal
Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater
It still will come up clever
You all niggas ain't even on my level
No sequel iron at ya temple
Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes
With women with issues
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